Jupiter | Harry James Potter

lxxviii ; lies, lies, lies

"i don't come down with the sun, i won't hate myself when the morning comes. there ain't nothing but lies, lies, lies."

- lies, lies, lies ; morgan wallen

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-JUPITER-

"Professor Binns," Jupiter said, raising her hand once Harry was out of the room. "I'm not feeling well either."

Professor Binns looked up from his notes again, his gray eyebrows pushing together to form a straight line as he looked at her in confusion. "I said you can go, Perkins..." he muttered, slowly waving a fragile hand.

Jupiter stared at him for a moment, then stood from her chair, ignoring Ron and Hermione's glances as she took hers and Harry's bag out of the classroom.

Hedwig was obviously carrying a letter from her dad, and she had to know what it was if it was apparently so urgent that it couldn't be dropped off at Breakfast. And, not to mention, she assumed it wouldn't hurt to try and do everything in her power to prove to Harry that she would do anything for him, including lying to a teacher and leaving class in the middle of the day.

He had been deep in thought in History of Magic, (seeing as he hadn't even drawn one doodle or attempted to fall asleep), and Jupiter desperately ached to know what he was thinking of.

Harry was already nowhere to be seen in the corridor, he was assumingely going extremely fast out of worry for his owl.

Jupiter peered out of a window in attempt to see the outside or Hagrid's hut. She figured Harry would try to go to Professor Grubbly-Plank, considering Madam Pomfrey probably wouldn't be too much help with Hedwig.

But Professor Grubbly plank was nowhere to be seen. So Jupiter went to the only place she could think of: the staff room.

As she walked down one of the stair cases to the entrance hall, she saw Harry shutting the door to the staff room with no Hedwig to be seen in the letter in his hands. When he turned around from the door, his eyes widened surprise for a moment when he saw her.

"What're you doing down here?" Harry asked walking towards her with the letter gripped tightly in between his fingers.

"I just wanted to see what the letter was," she answered, handing him his bag. He appeared extremely confused for a moment when she didn't hand him hers as well, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he took it too. "It's from my dad, right?"

"Er- yeah," he nodded, trying to dismiss the thought from his head. "He wants to meet at the fireplace again like last year."

"He really doesn't think things through, does he?" Jupiter laughed as they walked back in the direction to Gryffindor Tower. "Doesn't seem to care about Umbridge at all."

"Why should he?" Harry snickered. "I don't think the only man to ever escape Azkaban should be very scared of an old woman in a pink cardigan."

They both laughed for a moment, then Harry visibly remembered something and stopped walking. "I'm not going back to class, so I'll walk you there first."

"I'm not either," Jupiter said, her breath catching in her lungs as she watched him timidly. "If you're not."

Harry paused. "But... don't you really like history?"

"Yeah, but I like being with you more than being in class," Jupiter said, attempting to put on an eager smile. She quite wanted to be in History, actually, she found it awfully interesting even if Professor Binns wasn't all there. But she had to show Harry how much he meant to her.