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persephone granger catches the eye of harry potter, who makes her head spin and her heart dance.
she just hopes the risk of loving him is worth it.
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" i will never leave you. my heart will always be yours, and i can't say that i would enjoy i...
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" the order was a happy place, but with each quickening second, it got worse and worse. "
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Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione, and Persephone sat in the family room, all left to their own devices, doing their own thing.
Persephone hummed, twirling her wand between her fingers. The family room at Headquarters was small.
Fred and George sat in a corner, whispering silently with a piece of parchment, seemingly drawing pictures.
Hermione was curled up on a seat, Ginny leaning against the bottom, flipping through a copy of The Daily Prophet.
The room was quiet, only the sounds of papers being flipped and quills scratching against parchment.
Persephone examined the room, glaring at a bookshelf that was almost tipping over with how broken and uneven it was. She averted her gaze to a tapestry that hung dusty against the wall, nails gripping onto its heavy body with all of their power.
It was a design, white flowers danced along the margins, vines dripping from below their blushing, flowery tips.
The room smelled faintly of something burnt, and Persephone lightly sniffed, wondering if Mrs. Weasley had burned something and the smell had drifted down the hall.
Hermione popped her book closed and looked up at everyone.
"We should do something. I'm so bored, I should've brought a better book. " she complained.
" Me too, this isn't exactly interesting.. all just lies about Harry. " Ginny chimed in, flopping the thick newspaper on the floor.
Fred and George glanced up, both looking at Hermione.
" I agree. There's not much to do around here, to be fair. " Persephone responded, stopping her fingers and clutching her wand firmly in her hand.
" Yeah, there's nothing to do. " Fred groaned, looking back to George, who was nodding his head.
" We could play a game. " Ron suggested, walking in and sitting down, leaning against a table.
" Where've you been? " Fred asked, giving him a disgusted look.
" Kitchen. Mum was on one of her rants. "
Persephone laughed. Everyone in the room was familiar with Mrs. Weasley's rants. It could be about anything. But once she started, you were not allowed to speak or leave the room, all your attention had to be on her.
If you tried to leave, she'd throw a fit and start yelling at you. It happened most frequently with Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley.
George cackled.
" Mum got ya, did she? " he poked, laughing at him.
" Shut up. " Ron mumbled, adjusting his shoulders.
