𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔 ~ 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 (𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤)

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 ~

- 1994-

"Beatrice wake up!" Hermione whispered urgently, waking Bea with a start.

"What is it, H," Bea rubbed her eyes.

"We just did something crazy!"

"What," Beatrice sat up, trying to wake up to listen to her best friends story. She looked around. "Why am I in the Gryffindor Common Room?"

"You spent the night talking to Dean, again," Bea smiled under Hermione's radar. "Anyway, we just saved Sirius Black!"

Beatrice went rigid. "Black?"

Hermione glanced sidelong at Bea, realizing something she hadn't even considered. "Yeah... I hadn't even thought that you could be related."

Beatrice stood up, removing the West Ham (1*) quilt that had been laid upon her by her friend Dean Thomas. "Well why hadn't you? That's awfully ignorant," said Beatrice, contemplating what her options are (which she'd so far found nothing she can do).

Hermione rolled her eyes in irritation with herself, her chocolate colored curly hair shifted, determined to do so whenever she made the slightest movement. Her caramel skin was smooth, almost unfairly so seeing as Beatrice had grown up with the acne trait, and it got especially bad on her period. (2*)

"I'm sorry Beatrice, I don't know how I didn't even consider it," Bea was folding the quilt as Hermione reached up from the couch and stroked her hand through Beatrice's glistening black hair. Her hair was one of Beatrice's better qualities, she thought; it very rarely got oily, it always looked sleek, and it obeyed her hands when shaping it. Hermione observed the calming qualities in Bea's hair. "I don't know how I could be so... be so..."

"Unthoughtful," Beatrice turned her jaw into where Hermione's hand was in her hair, winking, for she couldn't be mad at Hermione for too long. Beatrice returned to the couch, plopping into a position where her left leg was bent and tucked underneath her right leg. She grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her in, Hermione responded with ease, placing her head in Beatrice's lap. Bea ran her fingers through Hermione's mess of hair, and Hermione closed her eyes.

Bea couldn't help but stare lovingly at her beautiful best friend. They always had a very touchy relationship, and everyone knew it. Beatrice felt a warm content feeling in her stomach when she touched Hermione, making her feel pink and giddy. And whenever Bea felt this way, you could have brushed up against her shoulder, and she'd feel it soaking through every inch of her being. (3*)

Harry walked through the door. "Ron's sleeping again. Hermione wanna go-" Harry cut himself off when he saw the scene before him.

Hermione and Beatrice hopped apart. Beatrice stood up immediately, gliding toward the door. "I'm going to go find Dean," mumbled Beatrice, looking down and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Harry nodded at her, trying to diffuse the tension. (4*) She returned with a weak smile, exiting swiftly and silently.

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Beatrice made her way down a corridor. It was a beautiful day outside, fine spring weather. There was a warm breeze sweeping through the open design of the castle, rustling Beatrice's hair and loose t-shirt. She appreciated the walk to the Transfiguration court yard where she met the tall dark boy she was looking for. He lounged on the grass against the tree, sticking one leg out and keeping one up and bent so his sketchbook could balance. His tongue stuck out slightly to the side, and his head tilted to take in the full landscape that he was translating to paper.