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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
└──────────────────────┘
❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. ❞
─────𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬
a/n: may be anticlimactic but idc i love this chapter soo...
She was terrified.
Accalia had spent the next four days after Christmas, holed up in her art room. Was she being a bad guest? Maybe, but she couldn't care less what Mrs Weasley was saying. She sees Hermione, Ron, and Harry every day for five years, nine months at a time. Are they truly guest at this point?
She doesn't care.
For the past four days, she had been getting everything prepared for her to do her fun little science experiment. Making the potion was easy, in her opinion. She practically turned the overthinking and creative side of her brain off to focus on this. To focus logically and not on anything else.
This was finally her chance to get control over her mind, yet, she didn't know how to feel or if she even feels anything of the sort.
The Duras part of her was the only part of her family she never has been allowed to know, to understand, like the fates just didn't want her to. She had tens of books about everything that had to do with her family. Every seer and their spawns, what seers specialize in, et cetera, et cetera. But, every single thing about her actual family history was missing.
She swore the world was just taunting her at this point.
That's how she ended here. On the first day in nineteen-ninety-five, Accalia was sitting on her bed with a horrible-smelling potion in her hand that will taste no better, Estelle sitting right next to her.
Accalia stared at the potion in her hand and took a deep breath. She was doing this. She was going to do it...
"Accalia." Estelle sat down right next to her, but her eyes didn't leave the goblet. "You don't have to do this. If you're too nervous and want to back out—"
