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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❝ 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. ❞
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TW: FORCED SELF HARM. Lia will be constantly forced to be cut on her wrist till there is blood, and even after. I will put ****** where it starts and where I feel it will safe to read. I will do a small summary without the gore and...less triggering themes at the end.
There is a small part of abuse mentioned right before that. It's a small...excerpt? written by regulus when he was a child, and then a small mention of such by accalia
smaller TW: cleaning wound, puking
Accalia was very much not fine. Madam Pomfrey physically—no she's not being dramatic—forced her to take a calming draught. Even though she was completely fine after the panic attack.
Antonio, in his weird way, knew immediately what happened and rushed into the Hospital Wing after his class. She told him the whole story—of what she remembers before he told her about what happened once she left.
Because of course everyone already knew what happened. It's Hogwarts.
She didn't even get to go to dinner, it was brought to her. They were being dramatic in her opinion. She has been having these happen to her since the beginning of summer, she knows how to handle them. It wasn't until her detention time came up that was she allowed leaving.
This is not going to end well, Accalia thought as she stood outside the door to Umbridge's office. She had a lot of good memories in the classroom from when her uncle was working. Twice a week, the two had hot chocolate and gossiped (because Remus is such a gossip even if no one believes it.)
Deep in her gut, she knows those will quickly be replaced by whatever happens once she knocks on the door.
"Come in," she said in a sugary voice. She entered cautiously, looking around.
She had known this office under three of its previous occupants. In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here, it had been plastered in beaming portraits of its owner. When Remus had occupied it, it was likely you would meet some fascinating Dark creature in a cage or tank that smelt of chocolate and tea. In the impostor Moody's days, it had been packed with various instruments and artefacts for the detection of wrongdoing and concealment.
