Accalia Hope Lupin-Black (Or Black-Lupin) Daughter of Cassandra Lupin and Regulus Black. Has her mum's joy but with her dad's anger. As kindhearted as her mum, but as cunning as her dad. Her dad's loyalty, and her mum's short-temper. Her dad's arti...
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❝ 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐧. ❞
─────𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧
Accalia was going to cry. That was all there was to it, truly. She was overwhelmed, tired, frustrated, and felt like she was close to falling off a mental cliff.
While the rest of the children had been cleaning the house, Accalia's been stuck trying translating and trying to control her curses. Or "gifts" like the others like to call them. She'd rather be picking spiders out of dressers or dodging strangling clothing. Truly, she would rather be doing anything but this.
Every night, she'd sit in one of the cleaned rooms with someone, always Estelle and Antonio, who are sometimes with Remus or Sirius or Dora and Aaron or Celeste or just someone else in her family. She'd sit on the floor and try to control certain things. It first started with being able to stop visions from when she touched stuff, to, trying and failing on decoding her dreams and drawings. Both, embarrassing fails.
During the day, she sat in her room and read over every last word of the, a little over a hundred, books until she falls asleep or one of the Weasleys, Hermione, or Harry drags her out.
The morning of Harry's trial was no different. Accalia sat with Remus, Sirius, Celeste, Dora, Estelle, Mr and Mrs Weasley. They are all watching her embarrass herself as she tried to stop a panic attack from coming up.
"I give up!" Accalia eventually said, pushing the book away from her and running her hands down her face. "I—I can't do this!"
"You're pushing yourself too hard," Estelle told her, closing the book and sliding it to Sirius on the other side of the table. "You need to sleep—"
"You don't think I have been trying?" Accalia said tiredly and desperately. "I've taken three vials of that blasted potion and it hasn't done crap."
"What if we just...knock her out? Like, hit her over the head with a pan or something?" Dora offered but muttered something about just trying to help when they all gave her a dirty look.
