"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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"I have looked at you in millions of ways yet I have loved you in each."
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"Morning, sunshine."
Ginny had chucked a pillow at Jupiter from across her bedroom, forcing her awake with a start. "Shut up," Jupiter groaned, throwing the pillow onto the ground before she turned over face-first into the makeshift bed Mrs. Weasley had thrown together for her. "Five more minutes."
"Yeah, you said that five minutes ago," Ginny laughed from her bed. "Get up, we've got presents, and I want to see what the boys got too. Merlin, I can't wait to see what idiotic gift Lavender got Ron."
"Probably a love potion," Jupiter huffed, forcefully sitting up and rubbing her eyes, which were sensitive from the blinding sunlight that was pouring in through Ginny's Burberry curtains. "Gotta keep him with her somehow."
"Honestly, he's bound to leave sooner than later if she keeps parading him around the castle like a new toy," Ginny said with a smirk as she picked a particularly boxy present off of the hardwood floor adjacent to her bedside. "I'd bet that Mum didn't bother making Phlegm one of these." She pulled off the ribbon and uninterestedly unwrapped the present, which proved to be another itchy sweater with the letter 'G' embroidered in gold thread.
Jupiter stretched her arms above her head and yawned, the stiffness of the lumpy mattress making her shoulders ache. "Honestly, I'd take Fleur over Lavender. At least she's upfront about being insufferable."
Ginny snorted, tossing the sweater onto her bed. "That's because you don't have to listen to her calling Bill 'Bee-yul' every five seconds. I swear, it's like she's allergic to pronouncing things properly. Merlin, I don't know how Bill's putting up with her. If I were him, I'd—"
"Dump her, move to France, and swear off love forever?" Jupiter cut in, smirking as she reached for her wand on the nightstand, using it to summon the similarly wrapped gift from the small pile of presents at the end of her bed. She hadn't realized how nice it would be over break now that she could finally use magic outside of school.
"Exactly," Ginny said with mock seriousness, leaning back on her elbows. "There's only so much 'Bee-yul' a person can handle before they snap."
Jupiter chuckled softly, sitting cross-legged on the bed with her wand still in hand. She picked up the first gift from her stack—a neatly wrapped heavy package marked with Sirius's scrawling handwriting. Peeling back the paper, she uncovered a large, stone cauldron embossed with the Black family crest.
