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𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗢𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗨𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 been strangers. Betrothed at seven and polar opposites, it was natural for awkwardness and a bit of hatred to drive the two apart. Across ballrooms and parties, stolen glances and glares became a casual occurrence. But in August of 1977, this dynamic would begin to shift into a disastrous downfall.
𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘. Champagne in hand, she strode across the ballroom of Malfoy Manor and yanked Sirius by the arm, dragging him behind her. "Black. We need to talk," she said simply.
The partygoers spared them amused looks, finding their antics cute and romantic.
"Malfoy, where in Salazar's name are you taking us?" Sirius hissed, snatching his arm back. He matched her pace, sighing an exasperated breath.
Celeste huffed, leading them out of the manor and into the dark gardens. Her black and gold dress trailed behind her, the silk running like smooth water. "Somewhere private."
Turning through the familiar hedges that she had spent her childhood years running through, she found a shadowy corner and turned around to face Sirius. Under the night sky, the moonlight and darkness accentuated his sharp jaw and cheekbones, giving him the impression of an alluring villain. It certainly didn't help that he was impeccable and lavishly dressed.
Clearing her throat, Celeste informed him, "I'm going to Hogwarts this year."
A horrified look overcame his face. Sirius slowly shook his head in confusion. "But you're homeschooled."
"Right," Celeste drawled. "But now I'm going to Hogwarts. Y'know, that castle where you learn magic and live in a cramped dorm―"
"Yeah, yeah," Sirius snapped. "I know. I happen to go there as well. Why are you going? Got bored of your palace?"
Celeste clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to smash her champagne flute against his head. "On the contrary," she said lightly. "My mother is making me. She says we need to get closer, and I need to expand my social circle."
His eyebrows furrowed. "Don't you have enough of those spiffy pureblood girls that follow you around?" He crossed his arms, looking her up and down.
Celeste scoffed in disbelief, looking away. "They don't follow me around, Black. Those are my friends. You might not be familiar with that concept, since you seem to be running low on those."
