"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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"We grew up together, girls becoming women, while everything changed yet stayed the same."
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"Your boyfriend's an asshole, you know that?" Ginny said as she lowered her feet to the grass and stepped off her broom alongside Jupiter.
"He just gets a little..." Jupiter looked over to Harry, who was tearing into Jimmy Peakes, the other beater, across the pitch. Practice had already been incredibly rough, including several rounds of Harry screaming at the entire team for 'underperforming,' and now, Peakes had complained a little too loudly to Demelza Robbins about his twisted ankle.
"I don't know what you want me to tell you," Harry yelled, his loud voice audible even over the wind from the late September air. "Maybe get the fuck over it?"
"Passionate," Jupiter finished, pursing her lips as she watched Harry's fit of rage. They walked across the pitch and through the tunnel into the girls' locker room.
"Passionate," Ginny repeated dryly, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "Sure, we'll call it that. I'd go with 'completely mental,' but to each their own." She shook her head, pulling her res hair from her ponytail.
"Peakes should've known better than to complain about it that loudly, though," Jupiter snickered as she threw her broom onto the metal bench in front of her locker. "Harry's been on him like a hawk for days ever since he missed that one swing a few practices ago."
Ginny smirked as she slumped onto the bench beside Jupiter, undoing the straps on her gloves. "Yeah, but yelling at him like that is hardly gonna make him better, is it? Harry's so high-strung right now, it's like he's got one foot in a mental ward."
Jupiter rolled her eyes as she unlaced her boots. "You're not wrong. But if you tell him that, he'll probably bite your head off. You know how he gets."
"Oh, I know," Ginny said with a knowing grin, leaning back on her hands. "Which begs the question—what the hell are you getting out of this relationship?"
Jupiter paused mid-motion, glancing at her. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Ginny said with a teasing lilt, kicking off her own boots. "He's a nightmare on the pitch, snaps at anyone who breathes too loudly, and, honestly, he's not exactly emotionally available most of the time. So, what is it? The brooding thing? The scar? Or is it just, you know..." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Merlin, Ginny." Jupiter shook her head, a faint blush creeping up her neck. "You sound like a Rita Skeeter."
"Well, someone's got to ask the important questions," Ginny shrugged, leaning forward. "I mean, come on, if you haven't even shagged yet-"
