Beatrice Lestrange has always been an outsider in her own story. Born into one of the darkest families in the wizarding world, she grew up under the looming shadow of her infamous mother Bellatrix Lestrange.
Despite this, Beatrice is nothing like th...
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The first month passed, and while Beatrice still hadn't reached out to her friends or her brother, she found herself in a slightly better place than before. The ache of isolation lingered, but the efforts of Sirius, Remus, and Tonks to keep her company dulled the worst of it. Most nights, it was just her and Sirius at Grimmauld Place, sharing quiet dinners and trading sarcastic remarks. But recently, Remus and Tonks had been joining them regularly, and their presence turned the evenings into something warmer, even enjoyable.
Tonight was no different. The four of them sat around the cluttered dining table, Tonks gesturing animatedly with her fork as Sirius leaned back in his chair, recounting yet another Marauder escapade.
— And there we were.— Sirius said, his grin as wide as the story was exaggerated, — dangling upside-down from Filch's favorite chandelier while Remus calmly explained why we were there as though we hadn't just set off an entire corridor of dungbombs.—
— It wasn't calmly.— Remus interjected with an exasperated chuckle. — I was trying to keep Filch from dragging all of us to Dumbledore by spinning some ridiculous excuse about tracking down Peeves.—
— And it worked.— Sirius added, raising his glass in mock toast. — That's why Moony here was the real genius of the group.—
— And apparently a bit of a Casanova, too.— Tonks said with a smirk, making Beatrice raise her eyebrows. — I've heard stories.—
Remus blinked, caught off guard. — What stories?—
— C'mon, you think I don't know about all those girls who used to swoon over you back in the day? — Tonks teased, her hair shifting to a playful shade of pink. — The quiet, brooding bookworm thing clearly worked for you.—
— Worked too well, if you ask me.— Sirius chimed in, a wicked grin spreading across his face. — He had half the girls, and a few blokes, pining after him.—
— That is not true.— Remus muttered, though the tips of his ears turned pink.
— Oh, it is.— Sirius insisted, leaning forward conspiratorially. — But Remus here was so focused on keeping us alive and out of Azkaban, he didn't even notice. Tragic, really.—
Tonks laughed, clearly enjoying Remus' discomfort. — And what about you, Sirius? Were you the mysterious bad boy who broke hearts left and right?—
Sirius puffed out his chest dramatically. — I prefer 'enigmatic heartthrob,' thank you very much.—
— More like arrogant troublemaker.— Remus muttered, earning a laugh from Tonks and Bea.
— And what about you, Bea? — Tonks asked suddenly, turning her sharp gaze toward her. — What's your love life been like? Got any juicy stories from Hogwarts?—
Beatrice froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. — Uh... not really.— she said quickly, hoping they'd drop it.
— Oh, that's not true.— Sirius said, a mischievous glint in his eye. — You were dating that Nott boy, weren't you? Theodore, wasn't it?—
