❝my papa always told me that you can't trust anybody, no matter what.❞
❝why would he say that?❞
❝his own love betrayed their best friends and the family they shared❞
HOPE JAMES LUPIN-BLACK
+ GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY
AN UNEXPECTED LOVE STORY
◎ book one...
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CHAPTER EIGHT
❛They were dead❜
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Hope Lupin sat on the grassy hills just outside of Hogwarts. A lit cigarette in her left-hand as she watched the trees of the Dark Forest sway in the wind.
A voice came out from behind her. "What are you doing out here, Lupin?"
"What does it look like, Bishop." she turned around to be face to face with Milo.
"Doesn't it burn your lungs?" he asked, eyeing the thing in her hand as if it were poison.
Hope only shrugged before saying. "It used to, now it just feels like smoke going into your lungs."
"It doesn't make you smell good."
"I don't remember it being any of your business." she snapped in return.
Milo raised his hands in surrender. "It's not, it's not."
"Then why do you care?" questioned Hope.
The Bishop boy sighed. "What would your brother say? Or that boyfriend of yours? Or that Diggory boy?"
"They won't say anything, they won't find out."
Milo chuckled. "I realized something. That's why you haven't been hungry. Smoking dulls your appetite."
"Well--"
"You're killing yourself!"
Hope shook her head. "No, this arm is killing me. I can't smoke using my left hand."
Milo rolled his brown eyes. "Brackium Emendo."
"Woah."
"You're welcome."
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