"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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"Never let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace."
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-JUPITER-
"Maybe I'll skive off Divination," Harry said glumly as they stood again in the courtyard after lunch, the wind whipping at the hems of robes and brims of hats. "I'll pretend to be ill again and do Snape's essay instead, then I won't have to stay up half the night.
"Absolutely not," Jupiter said, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. "We've already missed History, I'm not letting you miss Divination."
"But-"
"No," Jupiter snapped, looking directly into Harry's eyes, and he let out a small huff, signaling his admittance of defeat. She felt more confident around him now, and it clearly showed. After their activities earlier, she no longer felt afraid around him.
Even though there was still the voice in her head, telling her that she needed to shove a sock in her mouth, she knew that Harry belonged to her. The way he watched her in his dorm made that statement undeniable.
"Besides, you two have already missed enough of that class," Hermione said, crossing her arms. "I don't think it'd be very smart to miss anymore Divination."
"Hark who's talking, you walked out of Divination, you hate Trelawney!" Ron scoffed indignantly.
"I don't hate her," Hermione shrugged loftily. "I just think she's an absolutely appalling teacher and a real old fraud, and Jupiter's right about him missing!"
Half an hour later, Jupiter, Harry and Ron took their seats in the hot, over-perfumed atmosphere of the Divination classroom. Professor Trelawney was handing out copies of The Dream Oracle yet again.
Harry was in an obvious temper, firstly from the essay, and now, he was stuck in Divination, trying to find the meaning in his made-up-dreams.
As they sat on their multi-colored poufs, Jupiter's foot nudged just under the table. Usually, when he was in a mood like this in the middle of class, she would grab his hand or press their knees together, but the small action seemed to work just as well as Harry nudged her back, his shoulders visibly loosening.
It seemed, however, that he was not the only person in Divination who was in a temper. Professor Trelawney slammed a copy of the Oracle down on the table between Harry, Jupiter and Ron and swept away, her lips pursed; she threw the next copy of the Oracle at Seamus and Dean, narrowly avoiding Seamus's head, and thrust the final one into Neville's chest with such force that he slipped off his pouf.
"Well, carry on!" Professor Trelawney huffed loudly, her voice high pitched and somewhat hysterical. "You know what to do! Or am I such a substandard teacher that you have never learned how to open a book?"
