"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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"It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations."
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"Naomi!" Jupiter called, hurrying over to the first familiar person she saw in the giant crowd that was forming in the halls surrounding the courtyard. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," Naomi said, waving at her with a grin briefly before turning back and craning her neck to try and see over the seventh-years, who had been on free-period and therefore arrived before everyone else. "When the bell rang, all I heard was a scream. I can't even see who it was."
"A scream?" Jupiter asked, standing on her toes. "Like a scared scream?"
"No, it was more like-" Naomi started to explain, then her eyes caught a glimpse of someone a few people away in the crowd, and her tone changed completely. "I don't know."
Jupiter was slightly confused for a moment at her quick change to a dismissive demeanor, till she locked eyes with Christina, who was glaring at her. "Are you not allowed to be talking to me, then?" Jupiter asked quietly, trying not to move her mouth.
Naomi subtly shook her head, keeping her eyes in front of her. "Ever since you hexed Cora, she's been weird about you," Naomi muttered. "And, you know, I've got to listen because she's my-" she paused, "close friend."
"Does she even know why I hexed her?" Jupiter scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Nope," Naomi shrugged softly. "Why did you?"
Before Jupiter could answer, there was another gut-wrenching cry. She decided she had had enough, and she pushed one of the tall Slytherin boys in front of her out of her way, ignoring the rather crude names he yelled at her.
Professor Trelawney was standing in the middle of the courtyard with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad. Her hair was sticking up on end, her glasses were lopsided so that one eye was magnified more than the other; her innumerable shawls and scarves were trailing haphazardly from her shoulders, giving the impression that she was falling apart at the seams. Two large trunks lay on the grass beside her, one of them upside down; it looked very much as though it had been thrown down from a window above her.
"No!" she shrieked. "NO! This cannot be happening... It cannot... I refuse to accept it!"
"You didn't realize this was coming?" said a high girlish voice, sounding callously amused, and Jupiter, moving slightly to her right, saw that Trelawney's terrifying vision was nothing other than Professor Umbridge.
"Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow's weather, you must surely have realized that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable you would be sacked?"
