I'm Jade Lupin, I was given the name for the trace of jade shading in my eyes. I'm a Gryffindor.
I don't play Quidditch yet I'm a gigantic aficionado of our houses team!! My closest companions include but are not limited to; Hermione Granger, Ron W...
"What do you suggest, Minerva?" Dumbledore questioned the professor. "Put it to an end."
He shook his head, "You heard Barty."
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"And since when do you accommodate them..." Snape then spoke up, "Master I too find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events perhaps we should for the time being let them unfold."
McGonagall was appalled by this suggestion, "Offer them up as bait?" That's when Dumbledore said, "I agree with Severus."
Mad-Eye murmured, "I'll watch out for them, sir." Dumbledore halted him rapidly, "Don't tell them, however, they should be on edge enough as it seems to be... comprehending what lies ahead."
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"How could you do it?" Hermione asked me, yet I sat peacefully, gazing at the divider, "Never mind."
She put her hand on the back of my shoulder as I felt tears muddling my vision and she walked around to see my face and stooped in front, "Hi, it will be okay. You and Harry will be okay, you for the most part are. You're a Lupin, Jade." I gestured as I heard the sound of my last name, laughing a bit to myself as I felt myself toss my arms around her, us both of the floor in a bowed position, embracing. She really was my best friend.
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A woman appears in a puff of smoke. She's well-groomed and dressed colorfully.
"Hello!"
She walks over to us and shakes each of our hands.
"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do the muscles mask? In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, myself and I wanna know. Not to mention my rabid readers. Mmm? Lovely."
She took Harry and I into a closet.
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"This is comfortable. You should feel comfortable, Harry." I scoffed, "Shove off."
Harry told her he didn't mind if she used a quill as I sat down. "So, Harry, Jade, here you sit... Mere boy and girl or twelve." I spoke up, "We're forteen."
