"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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"If you have to hurt other people to feel powerful, you are an extremely weak individual."
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"I hate that boy," Jupiter huffed angrily as she watched a third-year get pushed to the side by an invisible force directly behind Zabini. She turned to Ginny. "Will you help me hide Harry's body after I kill him?"
"Hell, I'll help you kill him," Ginny snickered as they walked down the corridor back to their compartment, Neville trudging along behind them.
"No," Jupiter tutted quietly. "I want to cause the light to leave his eyes myself."
Neville looked between them, an uncertain smile on his face. "You two are joking... right?"
"For now," Jupiter replied grimly, casting a last glare down the hall where Harry had disappeared. "But I suppose I unfortunately need him around."
"Why?" Ginny asked, nudging Jupiter's shoulder. "So he can rail you-"
"Shut up!" Jupiter gasped, pushing her into the glass beside her.
"That's my cue to leave, then," Neville said, turning on his heel, his round cheeks a bright red.
Ginny gripped him by the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back. "Get back here, Longbottom," she laughed as Jupiter threw open the door to their compartment, where Ron, Hermione and Luna were all waiting. "Jove knows I'm only joking... or am I?"
"Ginny, I swear," Jupiter muttered through gritted teeth as she threw herself down into the empty seat beside the wall again; Hermione had moved into the seat Harry had previously occupied, seeing as Ron's legs were outstretched across the bench, nearly kicking Luna. "Harry will not be the only one I kill."
"Where is he, anyways?" Ron asked, his hands behind his head casually.
"Where do you think?" Jupiter scoffed, crossing her arms. "The idiot is spying on my stupid cousin. He followed Zabini down to his compartment after Slughorn's lunch."
"How was it?" Hermione asked as Ginny threw Ron's legs off the seat and sat next to Luna, who had placed her pink glasses over her eyes again and was buried in a different edition of the Quibbler. "The lunch?"
"It was... interesting," Ginny snickered, pursing her lips. "Slughorn's definitely a character, isn't he?"
"He's not that bad..." Neville shrugged quietly. "I'm sure he means well..."
"I'm sure you'll be at the next one, Mione," Jupiter said, resting her head against the wall, seeing as Harry had deserted her. "He's got an obsession with intelligent or famous people."
