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"𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍."

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑚

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, giving up on the idea of ever getting further than a few words into the dust-covered book. This was the sixth time that week Stella had been forced to find another study space, and it was all due to Sirius Black. Stella truly did know she was capable of rolling her eyes so far back but was once again proven wrong.

As the painfully toying laughter filled the library, Stella finally snapped, "would you get a room!" Turing in her chair Stella was meet with the crude sight Jennifer Jackson and her legs that wrapped tightly around Sirius' waist.

The posh smirking Gryffindor gently pulled away, much to the girl's displeaser, "can't take the heat, leave the room, Rosales."

That statement was on, that had become much too common to hear. But the girl could only grit her teeth. In the past few days, Stella had been forced to deal with Black's growing retaliation, as his numbers pulled farther ahead. The boy had taken every chance given to rub his success in Stella's face. Whether it was lounging in the common room half-naked or dragging every girl possible around the castle, simply with the hope of sticking it to Stella further. But hearing the moaning of the horrid boy was the last straw. So without a second thought, the worst slipped her lips, "I would Black, but we still need to talk about your Syphilis issue."

Stella's face was fixed in joking concern, as she watched the color drain from Sirius's face, and be replenished on Jackson's cheeks. The Gryffindor girl had to bit her lip, to keep from smiling as Jennifer leaped away from Black. "What! No, Jen! She's lying!" The pureblood shouted, hopelessly chasing the girl. As the two disappeared, Stella burst out into a suppressed fit of giggles.

By the time Sirius had given up and made his way back towards the library, Stella's face had turned a dark red, purely from the lack of oxygen. Looking at the young girl, the boy's eyebrows were fixed in a furrow, "Syphilis issue! You really are a bitch; you know that Rosales."

"Well. I did learn from the best," she marveled, a sly smirk already formed. "But never the less you need to stop. I understand you dont care about classes, but some of us actually have to work to keep our mark high. So for the mother of merlin, stop dragging around each idiotic bimbo you've spelled into sleeping with you."