𝑪𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴|| 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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It was the night before Estella and Remus' 6th year at Hogwarts. Estella lay on her bed with a book in her hand and a candle filling the room with the scent of vanilla. Laying on her chest was Oliver, her tabby cat, who was purring softly.

Estella and Remus were less identical than they were when they were younger however they still looked very similar.

Both had inherited their mother's dark brown eyes. Estella had wavy hair which was the same chestnut colour as her father's and her eyebrows were slightly bushy. Dotted over her nose and cheeks were freckles. But her most prominent feature was the large scar which stretched from her eyebrow to her eye and hadn't faded with the years.

The door to her bedroom then opened and Remus stepped in. "Did you take my jumper?" He asked his sister. "What? No. Why would I want one of your smelly jumpers?" She replied which made him roll his eyes.

Remus had the same untidy chestnut hair and freckles however his face and body was littered with scars. Both the Lupins were tall however Remus seemed to hit his head on every doorway he came across.

He scoffed at his sister before walking out. "Close the door!" She shouted but he ignored her and went into his room next door.

Estella let out a loud groan before getting up and slamming her door shut.  From the corner of her eye, she noticed that the door to her wardrobe was slightly open.

She opened it up wider to look at her Quidditch jersey and broomstick which was still in there but she closed the doors again and headed downstairs for a cup of tea.

Lyall Lupin was sat at the table in the kitchen with a tea and the newspaper in his hands. When he noticed his daughter walk in, he put the paper down. "You better behave this year. Let's hope the punishment worked." He told her.

"I didn't deserve that though. I was top of the Quidditch team, almost captain! They can't just kick me off." She replied with annoyance in her voice. "Well they did and you must face your actions." Lyall sternly told her.

"Potter's been in more detentions than me!" She exclaimed which made him slam his fist on the wooden table. "We aren't on about James Potter right now! You seem to not learn anything!" He shouted at her.

"I've learnt one thing. You're a prick." She muttered under her breath but he heard her. "Get to your room!" He screamed at her. "Don't worry. I wouldn't want to be near you any longer." She hissed at him before storming out of the kitchen.

She slammed her door shut which made Oliver jump at the noise. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." She whispered as she pet him, making him purr gently.

Estella then got under the covers but was sat up, leaning back on her headboard. She let out a small sigh as she closed her eyes, feeling teardrops fall down her cheek.

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Estella woke up the next morning to the sound of her mother going downstairs to make breakfast. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up. Carefully, she got out of her bed, attempting to not wake Oliver up.