SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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UNTIL NEXT YEAR, (Final Part) Grace's POV ——— Three hours already into our journey. My legs were practically vibrating from the excitement of going home and seeing Nana and Ellie; even spending time with Ringo our cat was sounding like an appealing moment, though he loved Ellie more than me.
Nana had practically begged the school to let her visit. But they couldn't agree, as she's a muggle. I understood. They didn't want to compromise their exact location and expose the school to muggles but ... I just needed my Grandmother and I couldn't imagine how much she needed to see me after all that happened.
They sent her enchanted pictures instead, showing I was fine and able to move. After three plays, the picture stops moving anymore. Again, precautionary measurements.
We spoke on the phone, once a week. For about ten minutes.
Nothing was changing in their world, the same ol' regular routine. Which made me feel oddly jealous. In some way, with Ellie settling into year eight, I felt as if I had missed out attending secondary school. Something I once imagined as a child. The castle was beyond my wildest dreams, I had imagined a block building and plastic chairs.
Sometimes I wondered if I was actually supposed to be magic, or if it was some kind of mistake.
I wasn't, by any means, the only person who loved going home. Or the only muggle born who missed certain things about the muggle world on a regular basis, but I wasn't sure if I was the only muggle born to still imagine who I would have been without all of this.
I know I wouldn't have these scars up my arm or need a concoction of potions just to keep on going. Instead of maybe a few headache pills, when I needed them.
"So tell us again," Vinny said trying to soak in every detail.
We had circled back to a conversation begun about an hour and a half ago.
"You're going to tell her what?" Vinny laughed at the sight of my neck.
I rolled my eyes, my hand finding its way back to cover it again.
A scattering of light purple splotches. One having a swampy green ring around it, already beginning to change colour. It wasn't bad, but it was noticeable.
"Spell backfired." I stated. "Or somebody accidentally punched me, I'm not sure."
"Aren't you the one throwing punches?" Orla concealed a laugh.
I shot her a glare. They were finding the whole scenario much funnier than I was. There was an anxious anticipation for a months long detention period, in the new year. Just by giving them both what they deserved.
I doubt revealing the fact they called me a mudblood would offer me escape from punishment...for, well, blacking out with my fists wrapped in their hair.
