"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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"Don't trust their words, trust their actions."
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Jupiter felt happier for the rest of the weekend than she had done all term. She, Harry and Ron spent much of Sunday catching up with all their homework again, and although this could hardly be called fun, the last burst of autumn sunshine persisted, so rather than sitting hunched over tables in the common room, they took their work outside and lounged in the shade of a large beech tree on the edge of the lake.
Hermione, who of course was up to date with all her work since she didn't have detentions and simply wasn't Ron, brought more wool outside with her and bewitched her knitting needles so that they flashed and clicked in midair beside her, producing more hats and scarves.
The knowledge that they were doing something to resist Umbridge and the Ministry, and that he was a key part of the rebellion, gave Jupiter a feeling of immense satisfaction. The knowledge that those people did not think her boyfriend a lying weirdo, but someone to be admired, buoyed her up so much that she almost wanted Cho to also be in awe of him.
Harry and Ron had been at Quidditch practice, so Jupiter was being forced to listen to Hermione rant on in their dorm about S.P.E.W when they heard a loud thump from the common room, following by an angry yell that sounded oddly like Ron.
They shared a look, and both hurried off their beds and out of the dorm to see what had happened. When they reached the stairs, they saw that it had turned into a slide. Ron was at the bottom, and Harry was helping him to his feet and trying not to laugh.
"I didn't realize that would happen. It's not fair!" he grumbled to Harry, "They're allowed in our dormitory, how come we're not allowed — ?"
"Well, it's an old-fashioned rule," Hermione said, as she and Jupiter both casually slid down the slide, "but it says in Hogwarts, A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls."
"Wait..." Ron said, letting Hermione stand up by herself as Harry held out a hand to help Jupiter to her feet. "Does that mean you two are always in our dorm?"
"Yeah," Jupiter nodded, dusting off her uniform skirt after standing up. "In your bed, too," she joked.
"WHAT?" Ron yelled, his eyes widening in disgust and shock. "I'm never sleeping there again!"
"Relax, Ron, she's joking," Harry laughed. "We don't touch your bed."
"Still," he shuddered, a disgusted expression on his face. "It's bad enough that you do... that kind of stuff in there anyways."
"It's not that bad, we just snog," Jupiter shrugged, rolling her eyes at Ron's obliviousness.
