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"Liking girls wasn't monumental for Cora. You are born, and then you grow up enough to know you hate the color orange, you're old enough to understand that sometimes people have terrible taste in music and settle for some...
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CORA LOVEGOOD loves.
In fact, she loves many things. Her twin sister Luna, her cat —Cleo, her best-friends— Nico, Carla, the color pink, some of her dead mum's favorite bands like blondie and... well, her... diary. It's one of those sacred things girls do, and no one but girls could understand the delicate art of possessing one. I mean, you carry around a little notebook with all your worst fears, secrets, opinions and worst of all— crushes! But Cora finds it all quite neat. Cute stickers, poka dot pink tape, animated pictures of all her friends, playlists, entries, gossip and, even love letters. (That she will only ever write in invisible ink, thank you very much!)
Then, there's the actual writing part. Cora calls herself a poet— maybe she's romanticized it quite a bit — and she accepts the cringe that comes with that statement. It's the one thing Cora has going for her. She may not be clever like Luna, but she could write a good entry if she really wanted to, and according to her father, Xeno, and star writer for the Quibler—Cora writes exceptionally. Parents lie, sure. But, Xenophilius Lovegood praised her daughter for what seems to be, a next of kin talent. He was proud— and so naturally, Cora was proud too. So, yes, she's a god damn self proclaimed poet! She could sit in the school library for hours — no, she won't be studying — but how could she? She was desperate to update her diary about what happened between Justin Finch-Fletchley and Romona Bistrude. Or, about how Finn needs to stick up for himself, because Cormac is a dick. Or, that, Gryffindor, Alina Jones, was actually quite fit. Like, really, really fit.
