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...
"My scarf...The reason you went back to the Room of—" Hermione froze as she seemed to realize something. "You know what. Harry will be fine getting to the tower himself. Besides, you shouldn't be out at risk Umbridge comes by."
"What about your scarf?" Ron looked at Hermione confused. Hermione waved it off,
"It was old anyway. Come on."
Once they got into the common room, she immediately fell onto the floor and grabbed a muggle pen that she keeps on her since Hermione got her them for her birthday.
"Does anyone have a piece of parchment?" Accalia yelled out in the common room. There weren't many people in there, but there was still a good amount. Eight balls of parchment flew from every direction and landed near her. "Thank you!"
"What do you need parchment for?" Ron asked as he pulled out his homework. She realized she could've just asked him and Hermione...
"Well," Accalia sat up and used her wand to flatten the parchment as if it was brand new, "you see, I hate when people try to make a fool of me. Take Goldstein for example, I sent his mum and sisters the Daily Prophet and told them everything that actually happened. They sent me flowers."
"That's who the flowers were from?" Hermione looked up from her parchment where she had started writing a letter to someone.
Accalia nodded with a grin and went back to writing.
