The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
Hogwarts, Scotland Highlands, 1977 December 22nd, piercing cold
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"What's the noise about?"
"The Quidditch list is out," Lily huffed. "I would never understand the obsession with the game. I'd rather play something like football, really."
"I love football!" I tell her.
She looks over at me, surprised. "You know football?"
"My mother used to play with me when I was little."
"Wasn't your mother..." She grimaced.
"Yes," I laughed. "She - uh, before I turned six."
"Didnt you try out for Quidditch, too?" She asked.
"Oh shoot!" I facepalmed, "I did!"
Getting up, Lily and I both made our way to the crowd, grimacing when both of us got elbowed at least twice.
"LOOK! Elena, you're the new seeker." Lily announced.
"Oh, really?" I looked at the sheet, feeling strangely proud of myself.
"You've sacrificed a lot for that," Someone said behind me.
I turned around to find Sirius grinning at me with his left arm in a sling. The sheet fell from my hands and without a second thought, I leapt into his arms — arm.
"OW."
"Shit —" I cringed, pulling away, "Sorry!"
Sirius laughed, "It's alright, I missed you, too."
"We saw each other two days ago," I rolled my eyes.
"And then Poppy injected me with something and I didn't wake up," He shuddered. "Scary."
"Poppy is scary," I agree, looking up at him. "Fuck it," I smile, hugging him tightly again.
Sirius stiffens before his right arm wraps around me, his chin resting on my head, "Careful, Elena, you're giving mixed signals here."
I pull away and swat at his good arm, "Why do I even try?"
He snorts, following me and Lily to our next class. "How many did I miss for today?"
"Two of them, we just returned from lunch. Don't worry, I made all your notes."
"You what?" He looked down at me,
"I — made your notes?" I frown. "Should I not have?"
"No," He forced a smile, "No one ever makes my notes."
"Well, you've got someone now." I shrug and he smiles.
We entered together in Potions classroom, considerably late due to our list checking. Slughorn has already been lecturing and grins at us three when we arrive.
