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╰┈➤ ❝ You'll never have me you lying bastard ❞
The daughter of Sirius Black tries to fend off love.
Will she prevail or will she fall into its pits of intoxication?
May include:
⁀➷ Sexual content
⁀➷ Mental health issues
⁀➷ Drug use...
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The great hall was an indescribable place. There was a reason to why first years looked in awe at the magical room, yes it had floating candles and ghostly residence that made it incredibly cool, but it also held a sense of home- a warmth that could also be described as Hufflepuff like. It was always bustling and bright but not to the point where it was overpowering, and because of this all houses could enjoy its aura.
Entering the majestic room was the golden trio, who were rushing to the table for a good feed. At the table Hermione could be found reading a book as usual, Ron was stuffing his face and Harry was well, shitting himself (nothing out of the ordinary).
"I think she might kill me... she's definitely his daughter, they're probably working together", he stated to them with his whole chest, what a fool he was.
Looking up from her book Hermione was taken back by friends comment. She could see where he was coming from and how it'd make sense, however she wondered if he didn't trust her, as she did introduce Enola to harry, and they were friends (or at least she thought).
"Harry she's definitely not trying to kill you, no offence but she'd probably think that it's too much effort... plus you don't even know if he's her father"
Hermione knew Enola well enough to know that she wouldn't scheme in such a way- this was Enola for Merlins sake, she could hardly be bothered to get up in a morning, never mind plotting a boys death whom she couldn't give a rats arse about- and socialising to do so, with a mass murderer!? It was a preposterous idea.
"Plus she's a Hufflepuff" Ron added while chowing down on yet another chicken leg. disgusting the group thought.
"I still think she's trying to kill me" he concluded making the group roll their eyes.
"Who's trying to kill you?",two voices asked in sync.
While plopping themselves down on either side of the table, nearest to harry. The famous Weasley twins joined the group for breakfast. Hurrah!
"Enola Black, do you two know anything about her?" Harry asked hopefully, knowing that the two often got about.
"Black ey? how murderous" Fred snickered with bulging eyes, before turning to flirt with Angelina, who was perched a few seats down.
"Never heard of her sorry mate" the other replied while filling his plate.
"That's reassuring, you two know everyone" scar head mumbled like a toddler talking back after being scolded.
"Seriously Harry she's not gonna kill you, I've already told you! do you not trust my judgement enough? She unique yes but she's sweet once you get to know her"
"Oh yeah and she was well sweet to you" Ron stated, which made her narrow her eyes.
"Who are we talking about?", Fred asked now entering the conversation again. All he had heard was black, but who could blame him, he was hungry and therefore unable to listen. (Not just the food ;))
"Enola Black", Harry said still sulking like a swinging child.
Fred furrowed his brows in confusion. He didn't know an 'Enola Black', which was rather odd as he knew everyone! Especially the girls. It was safe to say this had gotten his attention, which made him scrunch his eyebrows in thought.
"Hufflepuff? Whiteish hair? A junkie-" Ron was cut off by a wAck to the head delivered by Hermione "She is not a junkie!"
"Still don't know who you mean mate, are you sure you'r not just imagining her, wouldn't be the the first time", George taunted causing Fred to snicker at the memory of Ron's imaginary girlfriend.
"Sod off" he muttered "look there she is!" He exclaimed while pointing.
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Enola Black had just entered the hall in search of some food, she didn't eat much or attend any of feasts in the hall in general, but alas she had a huge case of the munchies.
She has just found a spot at her house table, which fortunately for her was next to her roommate, Poppy Sanders.
Poppy Sanders was viewed by most of the school as a "whore", but like most cases of name calling due to misogyny it was untrue- but even it was, it would of mattered, cause hello? Who actually gives a monkeys arse. People can do what ever the hell they like- as long as its not hurting anyone. Why does it matter?!The reason for Poppy was labeled as a "whore" was because she was free spirited- she had lots of friends and often 'flirted', however it wasn't really flirting as her voice was just airy and smooth, and like any other Hufflepuff she was just rather friendly.
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┌──── " 💭 „ └➤ Fred's POV。
How come I have never noticed her before, I mean she's beautiful, how could anyone not notice her. Silky white hair that waved and curled in some places, crystal blue eyes that could catch anyones attention from the room- god how id like to see them dazzle in the sunlight. Her figure wasn't skinny but curvy in all the right places, it made me salivate at the mouth; the things i'd do.
"Well I'll be damed little Ronnie wasn't lying" Georgie teased, to which our younger brother just grumbled and took his anger out on a chicken leg.
I might have to do some investigating, she's quite intriguing- wait, what am I thinking I'm finding her "interesting", I haven't even met her! I will have to find out more though... for now though, I need to focus on mine and George's business. Don't worry little black, I'll be back for you...
