DEAR DIARY ⁻ ᶠʳᵉᵈ ʷᵉᵃˢˡᵉʸ
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Ongoing, First published Jun 21, 2024
Mature
📜• || DEAR DIARY ⁻ ᶠʳᵉᵈ ʷᵉᵃˢˡᵉʸ ⤵
                                            (by: miss_essiene)
――LYRA MALFOY

❝Após uma briga com seus pais durante o recesso de verão, Lyra Malfoy volta para Hogwarts em seu quinto ano. Como qualquer adolescente enraivecida, ela decide fazer uma jogada que certamente atingirá os seus pais no lugar onde mais dói: no ego. 
Se aproximar de um Weasley foi a primeira parte do plano, sabia que se jogasse uns encantos sobre o ruivo e ele se aproximasse o suficiente para que seu irmão fosse correndo espalhar a fofoca para seus pais, eles ficariam furiosos e exigiriam um basta para ela. Em troca de um pé na bunda do ruivo ela restaura seu poder sobre os pais novamente. Nada poderia dar errado, ele era só um garoto Weasley idiota, afinal. ❞

❛― Isso pode dar tão errado.❜
❛― Não vou me apaixonar por ele. Se acontecer, podem me internar no St. Mungus. ❜

📜🪶| 
(01/07/2024 ―?)
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