"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...
I spoiled the ending of Jupiter for my friend... 😈
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"In a world full of temporary things, you are my forever."
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"What's going on with you and Ron?" Jupiter asked Hermione as she sat on the bed in her and Ginny's room while Hermione configured her short hair into an acceptable hairstyle for a wedding. "You've been very... touchy lately."
"Honestly... nothing," Hermione sighed. "I think we're both okay with that for now. It seems silly to start something when we're on the brink of a war."
"I still think you two are being weird," she said, staring at the wall in front of her. "You're always sitting next to each other, sharing looks... It's gross, honestly."
"Gross?" Ginny echoed from her corner of the room, where she was twirling around in her flowing bridesmaid dress. "You're one to talk, Miss 'Harry and I are so in love that it makes people want to hurl.'"
Jupiter turned to her, her cheeks flushing. "We are not that bad!"
"You are," Ginny said flatly.
Hermione shook her head, her wand in hand as she wrestled with a stubborn strand of hair. "You're both ridiculous," she muttered.
Ginny flopped onto the floor, crossing her legs as she joined the conversation. "So, Hermione, are you and Ron going to snog at the wedding or what? Because if you do, I'd like some warning so I can leave the room."
"Absolutely not," Hermione scoffed, though there was a hint of laughter etched in her dismissive tone.
Jupiter raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Right. Because nothing says 'this is casual' like constantly bickering and staring at each other like lovesick hippogriffs."
"I do not stare at him!" Hermione snapped, going unnecessarily rough with the brush in Jupiter's hair.
"You do," Ginny chimed in, smirking as she sat cross-legged on the bed. "I've seen it. You get all dreamy-eyed when he does something stupidly good like when he saved the first goal Slytherin shot at the cup... I saw you in the stands."
