"Alternate Title: THE GUIDE TO SURVIVAL IN A FICTIONAL WORLD"
No one in 2020 would ever believe something, magical, extraordinary, right? But Nicolette, a fifteen year old girl who is drastically obsessed and in love with the Harry Potter franchise...
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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR: 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 ▬▬▬❦▬▬▬
Saturday quickly flew by in the midst of horrifying deaths that happens almost everyday. Seeing the same information on the Daily Prophet everyday still managed to faze us.
"Good Lord, any more deaths to occur this month and the Wizarding World would be close to extinction!" Sirius sighed, placing his palm over his face.
"Not really, dear Old Uncle. There would still be some half-bloods around, maybe a few lucky muggleborns." Tonks frowned, tossing her bracelet up and down, before snorting. "Well, the Wizarding World would be full of purebloods, short to say."
"You mean, those pureblood supremacists. They won't have mercy on those purebloods who's not willing to go on the dark side." I leaned on the table, staring at the newspaper accommodated today.
"You can just say us, it's not that offensive, Jills." Draco pointed to Tonks, Sirius, and to himself.
"I've quite got a sharp tongue, wouldn't want to offend you." I scoffed, scrumpling the newspaper before burning it in my hand.
"Aye, they'll have to kill me then, because there's no way I'm joining them, foul, self-centered purebloods." Sirius grumbled, before standing up the table. We watched him grab another bottle of liquor from the cabinet next to the kitchen.
"Sirius, you better watch your alcohol. Those Death Eaters may not be able to kill you, but I'm sure that strong liquor will." I commented as I threw an orange at him, which he immediately caught.
"Nice reflexes for an old man." Tonks snickered.
"I'm only 37!" Sirius sneered at us before taking a bite off the orange.
"You don't peel an orange before eating it?" I grimaced as I watched Sirius munch on the orange like it was bread.
"I'm a dog, I don't have to peel oranges." Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Well technically, you're still in human form so—SIRIUS!" I got cut off when Sirius threw back the half bitten orange back to me, which hit the side of my head.
"You've got poor reflexes, kid." Sirius tutted as he chugged the liquor.
"God, you drink like a viking." Draco shook his head as he stared at Sirius.
You haven't met Thor yet, Hobbs.
"Are you kids here just to bring me down at the same time?" Sirius glared at us.
