the hufflepuff son of deatheaters and the boy who lived? this should be interesting.
-tcddylupins 2021
book 1 of 3 / ethereal
4th year- rewriting
5th year- unfinished
6th year- not started
7th y...
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𝙵𝙴𝙱𝚁𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝟸𝟺𝚃𝙷, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟻 / 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙷
AFTER THE YULE BALL, IT felt as though the Second Task approached far too quickly until Corvus, Vincent, Verenity, and Ceil were walking to the Great Lake to watch the second task. Corvus felt anxious for the Second Task. From some light researching, the tasks got more dangerous as they progressed. But, Dumbledore wouldn't keep that tradition alive, right?
He was grumbling, arms crossed against his chest. It was freezing. Verenity gave him a look.
"Why are you pouting?" She asked. Corvus glared light heartedly.
"I am not pouting. It's cold and we're gonna be surrounded by water very soon. Surrounded by people. People are sticky, disgusting, annoying, revolting, and —"
"Number one, you were pouting. Number two, you've went out in shorts and a tee while it was snowing once and told us that it wasn't cold at all. Number three, we get it, you don't like most people. I don't either, but do you see me complaining about it? Oh yeah, number four, that glare makes you look like an angry kitten." Verenity said smugly, effectively cutting Corvus off. Corvus let out a little scoff as his jaw went slack. Then, he remembered something, making his mouth shape into an 'o'.
