❝𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞
Jupiter Black has been isolated from the outside world her entire life up until the age of thirteen. During a duel with her mother, Jupiter tragically witnesses her death and flees from h...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 8
MY SPOON DIPS INTO THE ICE CREAM BEFORE LIFTING IT TO MY LIPS. I part them and the food goes onto my tongue. This is the first time I've eaten in a week, and nobody knows. "So, tell me Cormac. Do you see any of your uncle Tiberius these days?" Slughorn asks Cormac who picks at his ice cream.
"Yes, sir. In fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him and the Minster of Magic over the holidays." He says to the Professor, his eyes trailing over Hermione for a moment as he speaks. "Well, be sure to give them both my best. What about your uncle Belby?" Slughorn asks and my eyes trial to the boy.
"For those of you who don't know, Marcus' uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion." I raise my eyebrows at the words. "Is he working on anything new?" Slughorn asks and I look at the boy who wolfs down the ice cream, it's smeared around his lips.
"Don't know. Him and Dad don't get on. Probably because me dad says potions are rubbish. Says the only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day." I move my eyes from the boy, hiding my look of disgust. "What about you, Miss Granger? What exactly does your family do in the Muggle world?" Hermione glances up at the question.
"My parents are dentists." She states and I look at her. Everyone quiets at her words, unsure of what she means. "They tend to people's teeth." She adds and I can see an embarrassed blush grow on her cheeks. "Fascinating." Slughorn leans forward. "And is that considered a dangerous profession?" He asks her.
"No. Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick, did bite my father once. He needed ten stitches." She says, smiling embarrassed. I give her a small smile and the door opens. I turn my gaze to look at it, spotting Ginny who walks inside.
"Ah, Miss Weasley. Come in, come in." Slughorn states and I notice how her eyes are swollen and red. "Look at her eyes. I think her and Dean have been fighting again." I whisper to Hermione and she nods her head in agreement at my words.
"Sorry, I'm not usually late." She apologised and sits down in a spare seat. "No matter, you're just in time for dessert. That is, if Belby's left you any." Professor laughs out and his eyes turn to me.
"What about you Jupiter? Has your mother done anything exciting these past years?" Everyone's gaze turns to me and mine focuses on the spoon in my hand which freezes inside of the ice cream. Nobody here, beside Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, know who my mother is.
I clear my throat slightly, shaking my head as my blue eyes flicker to look at the teacher. I need to make it seem as though I haven't seen her, Harry can't know that I've lied. "I'm afraid I'm unsure, Professor." I say with a glance at him.
The skin on my left hand has began to flicker to different colours and I dig my nails into my skin to stop it. "You are a metamorphmagus yourself, aren't you? Much like Theodora." I nod my head at his words and Slughorn smiles at me.
