Accalia Hope Lupin-Black (Or Black-Lupin) Daughter of Cassandra Lupin and Regulus Black. Has her mum's joy but with her dad's anger. As kindhearted as her mum, but as cunning as her dad. Her dad's loyalty, and her mum's short-temper. Her dad's arti...
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❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬? ❞
─────𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝗴𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱. For once in her life, she actually did homework other than Potions and Astronomy, just so she could avoid the two boys. She knew they wouldn't be in the library, and she was able to help Hermione with the ridiculous amount of classes she was taking.
Harry tried to talk to her multiple times, which sucked as they sat together in nearly every class—as well as on the same quidditch team. Hermione kept trying to talk to the boys—until she just finally gave up after a while. Accalia started to run out of ways to ignore him and Ron, so she went to just acting like they didn't exist.
"Alia," Harry called out as he walked up to her after practice. "Can I please talk to you?"
"Forge, Gred. Do you hear someone?" Accalia asked as she looked around the pitch.
"Nope," said Fred, amused by her antics. "Do you, Georgie?"
"I don't, Freddie," said George, also amused.
Classes started three days after she got back to Hogwarts. The first Divination lesson of the new term did not make Accalia any happier. Professor Trelawney was now teaching them palmistry, and she lost no time in informing Harry that he had the shortest lifeline she had ever seen; to which Hermione would roll her eyes and call the woman dramatic.
It was Defense Against the Dark Arts that Accalia was keen to get to; she missed her uncle over the holidays as he decided to go visit her grandpa and wasn't feeling well as the full moon approached.
"Ah yes," said Remus, when Harry reminded him of his promise at the end of class ( much to her annoyance ). "Let me see...how about eight o'clock on Thursday evening? The History of Magic classroom should be large enough...I'll have to think carefully about how we're going to do this...We can't bring a real Dementor into the castle to practice on...."
