"painted as a villain."
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ezra sutton and fred weasley were not friends, not even close, but she did need his help and neither expected what would come out of such a simple request.
[prisoner of azkaban - goblet of fire]
[book one i...
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Ezra Sutton had had a minuscule rivalry with George Weasley for as long as the two had known one another, it had begun rather playfully on the train to Hogwarts during their first year and had slowly hardened when they were placed into rival houses and pit against one another in certain classes and on the Quidditch Pitch.
Though, due to Sutton's new budding friendship with Fred, and George being his twin brother, they had reluctantly put aside their differences with one another and then accidentally began to warm up to the idea of the other, especially after they had joined their ideas and pranked Cassius Warrington together after they witnessed him taunting an upset first year and after getting to know one another, George had started to realise that she wasn't anything like what people had made her out to be and Sutton realised that there was more to the male than just being a jokester and a bit of an asshole.
"What in Merlin's name is wrong with her?"
Sutton looked up from her bowl of porridge to see Lyra glaring darkly at the piece of parchment in her hand and she was quite certain that if it was possible, Lyra's gaze would have set the page alight.
"What's the matter?" She asked, concern lacing her tone.
Lyra scoffed as she began to she rip the parchment into pieces and she then tossed the remains down the table, the pieces fluttering all over the breakfast dishes and the two ignored the glares and loud complaints from those who had to pick the pieces out of their food.
"Auntie Narcissa wants to take me to go and visit my mother over the Christmas break." She fumed, "Why in Merlin's left sock would I ever want to do that?"
"Merlin's left sock?" Sutton questioned, her eyebrow quirking.
"Don't." Lyra warned.
"Right, sorry." She replied hastily, "Why don't you just refuse?"
"I've done that for the last five years," Lyra groaned as her head dropped onto the table with a loud thud and Sutton's lip twitched as she stared at her friend who had begun to speak, her words muffled by the table, "That hurt."
"Okay, just tell her that you'd already made plans to come to my place for Christmas and then either stay here or actually come to my place," Sutton suggested.
Lyra's head rose from its spot on the table and stared at Sutton for a moment.
"That could work." She murmured.
Sutton grinned at her before turning her attention back to the bowl of porridge in front of her, grimacing at the sight of ripped up parchment slowly seeping further into her breakfast.
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"Morning gentlemen." She greeted as she slipped into a vacant seat across from the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table.
