"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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"These girls are killing me."
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-HARRY-
February moved toward March with no change in the weather except that it became windy as well as wet. To general indignation, a sign went up on all common room notice boards that the next trip into Hogsmeade had been canceled. Ron was furious.
"It was on my birthday!" he said. "I was looking forward to that!"
"Not a big surprise, though, is it?" Harry shrugged. "Not after what happened to Katie." She had still not returned from St. Mungo's.
What was more, further disappearances had been reported in the Daily Prophet, including several relatives of students at Hogwarts. "But now all I've got to look forward to is stupid Apparition!" Ron huffed grumpily. "Big birthday treat..."
Three lessons on, Apparition was proving as difficult as ever, though a few more people had managed to Splinch themselves. Jupiter had intentionally put as much distance as possible between him and Malfoy, and it was pressing on his nerves more than he expected; though, he wasn't the only one who was irritated with the lessons. Frustration was running high and there was a certain amount of ill-feeling toward Wilkie Twycross and his three D's, which had inspired a number of nicknames for him, the politest of which were Dogbreath and Dunghead.
"Happy birthday, Ron," Harry said, when they were woken on the first of March by Seamus and Dean leaving noisily for breakfast. "Have a present." He threw the package across onto Ron's bed, where it joined a small pile of them that must, Harry assumed, have been delivered by house-elves in the night.
"Cheers," Ron said drowsily and, as he ripped off the paper, Harry got out of bed, opened his own trunk, and began rummaging in it for the Marauder's Map, which he hid after every use. He turfed out half the contents of his trunk before he found it hiding beneath the rolled-up socks in which he was still keeping his bottle of lucky potion, Felix Felicis. "Right," he murmured, taking it back to bed with him, tapping it quietly and murmuring, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," so that Neville, who was passing the foot of his bed at the time, would not hear.
"Nice one, Harry!" Ron grinned enthusiastically, waving the new pair of Quidditch Keeper's gloves Harry had given him.
"No problem," Harry said absentmindedly, as he searched the Slytherin dormitory closely for Malfoy. "Hey... I don't think he's in his bed..."
Ron did not answer; he was too busy unwrapping presents, every now and then letting out an exclamation of pleasure. "Seriously good haul this year!" he announced, holding up a heavy gold watch with odd symbols around the edge and tiny moving stars instead of hands. "See what Mum and Dad got me? Blimey, I think I'll come of age next year too..."
