"If you looked up the definition for lovesick fool, Harry Potter's picture would be right next to it."
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Allegra Del Vecchio is a part of a household name in the Wizarding World. A notoriously wealthy, mysterio...
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Dear Allegra,
Lately I've been thinking a lot about what I last said to you at the fireplace. Perhaps asking you to spy on the Triwizard Tournament wasn't the right thing to do. . . You have your reasons for not messing with people's minds, and I need to respect that. Not beg you into it.
During the war when your mother wanted to stop using her magic in such ways, I didn't respect that;I didn't respect her decision. I have many regrets with Isabella, and that's one of many.
You're almost sixteen. I forget you're still a child, and so is Harry. You two just look so grown to me since I missed out on seeing your childhoods. I guess my point is that I don't want you to feel pressured by me or anyone else to use morally doubtful magic to find who's plotting against Harry. We can always find another way - I've always believed there's more than one solution to a problem.
Take care Allegra. As always, write me if you need anything.
With all my love,
Sirius
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On Christmas day, the Fifth Year girls dormitory was a frenzy.
It was like a hurricane had hit their bedroom and bathroom. Makeup, hair products, and trash were thrown askew as the girls prepared for the Yule Ball. The air smelled thickly of hairspray and various perfumes. Nerves and excitement were at an all time high, partially hampering Allegra's mood, but she herself was very happy and optimistic about the evening.
As a last finishing touch she put on her mother's pearl earrings. She turned to face Prue, playfully posing like a model. "How do I look?"
"Like a snow angel," gushed Prue admirably. The blonde herself wore a corset like, floor-length red dress that made her look like a princess. She looked absolutely stunning.
George is going to lose it.
"That's exactly what I was going for," she joked, grinning. "Ready to head down?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."
Arm in arm they headed down to the common room. Before it was even in sight they could hear all the raucous coming from it. When they got to the bottom step, her eyes scanned the room.
It looked strange; the room was crowded with people wearing dress robes instead of school uniform or casual clothes. Fred and George immediately met their eyes, and their jaws dropped.
"Fred better pick up that jaw of his before Angelina sees," noted Prue.
"George's jaw may never come back up," laughed Allegra. That boy looked absolutely smitten.
