"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diar...
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"I knew I was in trouble when I first heard your laugh and my heart danced to the sound."
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As Jupiter, Harry, Ron and Hermione descended to breakfaston the morning of October thirtieth, they were greeted by a transformed Great Hall. Overnight, grand silk banners adorned the walls, each proudly displaying the emblem of a Hogwarts House: crimson with a golden lion for Gryffindor (the best house), azure with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, canary yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and emerald green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Positioned behind the teachers' table, the most imposing banner of all showcased the Hogwarts coat of arms: a lion, eagle, badger, and snake encircling a prominent letter H.
The four of them sat down beside Fred and George at the Gryffindor table. Once more, and quite surprisingly, they sat apart from the carest, engaged in hushed conversation. Ron led the way over to them.
"It's a bummer, all right," George muttered gloomily to Fred. "But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll just stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forever."
"Who's avoiding you?" Ron asked, dropping down beside them, his curious gaze bouncing between the twins.
"Wish you would," Fred mumbled, looking thoroughly annoyed at his younger brother's interruption.
"What's a bummer?" Ron persisted, turning to George with an expectant look.
"Having a nosy git like you for a brother," George scoffed, eyeing Ron with a flash of irritation.
Harry, trying to steer the conversation in a less tense direction, leaned in. "You two got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet? Thought any more about trying to enter?"
George slumped slightly. "I asked McGonagall how the champions are chosen, but she wouldn't tell me anything useful," he grumbled. "Just told me to shut up and get on with transfiguring my raccoon."
Jupiter, seated across from them, gave an amused huff. "Not that you'd even get picked, but why on earth would you want to enter? It's a total death wish," she remarked, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
"Because, Jupiter," Fred began, only for her to roll her eyes. He continued undeterred. "A thousand Galleons, for starters."
"It would be enough to make Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes a real business," George added, grinning with a glint of ambition in his eyes.
Ron's expression grew thoughtful. "Wonder what the tasks are going to be? You know, I bet we could do them, Harry. We've done dangerous stuff before..."
Fred scoffed, looking at Ron like he'd suggested jumping off the Astronomy Tower. "Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven't," he said. "McGonagall says the champions get awarded points based on how well they perform each task."
