❝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 TWENTY
❛Is she okay?❜
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As the weeks went on, Harry Potter began to distance himself away from anyone who wasn't Hermione Granger or Ron Weasley. And with the revealing of the third and final task, many assumed it had to do with the stress of preparing.
And as the end of the year at Hogwarts neared, many realized their foregein friends would be leaving as well. Which caused Violette, Celine, Ginny, Fleur, and Hope to go on a Hogsmeade trip together, savoring their moments together.
"I love all zese tiny shops." Celine gushed as they walked through the village. "Zere's bonbons, tea, and zat butterbeer."
Fleur Delacour only nodded along. "Much different zan France."
"I still prefer America." Violette said with a shrug, shivering in the spring weather. "Haven't you tried the things from there?"
"What even is in America?" questioned Ginny, looking confused.
The Bisset girl stopped in her tracks. "There's Fun Dip, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and pop tarts. I would die for a pop tart right now."
"Pop Tarts?"
"Peanut butter and jelly?"
Celine rolled her eyes dramatically. "Lettie can go on about zem for 'ours. Zey are simple sandwiches, zat's all."
"The same way you go on about pâté-cornichon." muttered Violette, rolling her dark eyes. "And that's just some fancy French sandwich."
"You take zat back, Lettie." exclaimed Celine, holding a hand to her heart.
Ginny only furrowed her eyebrows, looking over to Hope. "Are they arguing over sandwiches?"
"I think so?"
Fleur rolled her blue eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "Zey argue over stupid stuff all of ze time."
"I meant to ask you, Fleur," Hope spoke up, stopping in her tracks. "How are you and Roger Davies doing?"
