❛❜I hang around Thestrals because, unlike humans,
they don't treat me like I'm damaged.❛❜
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- in which, Gryffindor's golden boy
refuses to let go of his summer love story
but Ravenclaw's lucky charm
refuses to let him back in
°∘❉∘°
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"I hate the Marauders!"
Verity's head shot up at the words her best friend just shouted. She groaned, pain shooting up her neck due to the uncomfortable position she had slept in. The papers she was scribbling words on were scattered across the table, her hands reaching to put most of them back inside her bag. Mrs Pinch, the librarian, glared at Harry for his outburst, the boy flashing her his charming smile before taking a seat around the round table. Belle followed suit, squeezing Verity's shoulder as a greeting.
Instead of asking Harry what happened, she let him cool off. He was absolutely fuming, his cheeks a deeper red than Gryffindor's. Verity noticed his hair and clothes being a mess as if he hadn't taken the time to properly style himself. It surprised her that Belle didn't try to fix Harry's appearance as she always reminded her friends how important their image is.
"I'm gonna strangle Black and Potter," the boy went on, his hands gripping the scarf he never let go of. "And the worst is they won't even get detention! Dumbledore'll just let it pass, but Merlin forbids if I was to try something. Fucking Marauders."
Verity tried not to laugh as Belle mimicked Harry without him noticing. "What happened, Harold? I haven't seen you this angry since I made all your uniforms match the Hufflepuffs'."
"This is even worse," Harry snapped, but Verity didn't take offence. Harry had the habit of taking his anger out on anyone if he was distraught. "I was going to go get my mail because my dear mother decided to send me a list of women to meet at the ball this year — we need to talk about that later, by the way — and guess what? Those fucking idiots decided to confound the owls of all the sixth-year Slytherins, and mine was also a target. Do you know why? Because my owl is also my cousin's. Do you know why we share an owl? Because he lives with us this year for Merlin knows why."
As Harry finished his rambling, Verity frowned. She had stayed frozen after he said his mother sent him a letter, knowing that if she did, her father had probably tried to contact her, too. If it was the case, she hoped her owl had been confounded as well. The less she and Stephen Rosier spoke, the better this year would be. Until Christmas, at least.
Belle, however, was patting Harry's arm from across the table. "Sucks for you. You can use my owl if you want. She's a good flyer considering all the miles she must travel between France and Hogwarts. Why's your cousin staying with you, though?"
Verity's ears perked up at that. Ignoring the thoughts about her father, she focused on the words leaving Harry's mouth.
"His parents were arrested this summer," he explained, the girls' jaws dropping to the ground in shock. "Someone found out they were working for the psychopath who lacks a nose and now they're in Azkaban. Good riddance, honestly. I didn't want to spend the Christmas Holidays with them this year."
