𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 ◦ 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 [ 𝟏 ]

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"𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. "

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𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑊𝑖𝑔

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, all the bull shit of birds chirping and sun being up was complete and utter bullshit. But overall, what the young Gryffindor hated most about mornings was waking up. So she certainly didn't like waking up to the sensation of ice-cold water pouring down her back. But unfortunately for Stella, that was precisely how she was awakened from her peaceful sleep at the Gryffindor table.

The poor girl's morning seemed to have gotten worse as each second of the clock ticked by. The previous night she'd spent in the Libray with Remus Lupin, studding for a History of Magic exam, that was worth half of her quarter grade. Though she didn't quite know how she'd pass as by the time she and the boy had finished, it was well past three am. The second of the crap things to happen that morning was in the shower. Her shower was the only good part of Stella's moring, but of course, it had been taken away. The sleep-deprived girl had been forced to bathe in icy water. You may have thought that the cold shower would have prompted her awake, but that was not the case. Instead, it made the already stubborn girl, quite irritated.

So when Sirius Black pored his goblet of ice water down the girl's head, she was just about ready to hex him into next week. Shotting up from the seat, she managed to knock over her glass of pumpkin juice, causing the burnt orange liquid to splash upon her pressed white shirt. Gritting her teeth, she slowly turned and glared daggers at the smirking boy.

If Stell Rosales had glared at anyone else like that, they would have shit themselves by now, but the look seemed to have reverse effects on the young boy sitting before her. "What. The bloody hell. Is. Your. Problem Black!" Each word she spoke was almost scarily calm, as a cool drip of water fell from her head.

"What?" he asked innocently, his face fixed in a mocking confusion, "I was just doing what Prongs said to."

Poor James Potters's eyes went wide as Stella's gaze was now fixed on him, "Hey, I just told him to be nicer." His hands held high in surrender.

"And I was nice, by waking her up." He didn't try to hide his amusement, as his face was lit in a stupid smirk that gave Stella the strong urge to forget her wand and sock him in the face right there. But before she was able to, a soft had placed a tight hold on her wrist.