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In The End
How could she smile when her fiancée was being carted off to prison? It didn’t make any sense...but then again, the two of them never made any sense...
The girl continued to scrub the plates and bowl vigorously, still eyeing the clock. Why did it go so slowly? Each tick seemed to get louder and louder, mocking her imprisonment. Why did she get that stupid job again?
“Hola Amigos! Bren is HERE!” The unmistakable Scottish accent of Brenna Flynn erupted from the Leaky Cauldron fireplace. Soon enough, a head of black hair was visible as the green flames of Floo Powder died down.
Off We Go
“Geez Lovette, have a sense of humor! I was only joking!” Brenna said, scrunching her brow. Lily finally looked up from her book, observing her friends.
Regulus Black (n.)- Complete asshole. Polar opposite to brother, Sirius Black. Constant, unwanted suitor of Lovette Luclare. The Slytherin Prince. Black family “favorite”. Synonyms: Dumbass, git, bastard, son of a- this list could go on and on…
“So…” The boy said after a few moments of just standing in the doorway, “can I sit here?”
Dream? More Like Nightmare…
“Then why would he send a letter at two in the morning?” Lily exclaimed, plopping herself on Brenna’s bed.
“Lovette.” Nanette inclined her head toward her sister, her tone rather light and blithe. Lovette shook her head, chuckling, another sour smile making its way on her lips. She then turned to Lily, who had one firm hand on Nanette’s shoulder, as though leading a prisoner to the guillotine.
Werewolves Hate Silver
Quite annoyed now, Lovette closed her book and sighed loudly, hoping to get the couple’s attention. Usually, Lovette wouldn’t waste her time on “busy” couples, but their sound effects was just too much.
“Lovette, you’re such a dork.” Remus commented, finally clearing the chess board, knowing he would probably win the game anyway.
Caution: This Animal Leaves Scars
Craning her neck a little to see the couple properly, Lovette found the source of the problem: a porcupine.
Out of Your League
Lovette shrugged, her brown eyes not meeting his. Her hands fidgeted on the table and she self-consciously pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Lovette and Lily continued to stare in the same spot, the direction unknown to their blue-haired comrade. Brenna rolled her eyes and strolled back to her friends, attempting to spot the same thing that had caught their eyes, but to no avail.
The Pancake Blues
Lovette stared up at the usual morning rush of owls, being able to pick out her mother’s owl in an instant. Not just because the bird was casually sailing toward her, but because of its…unusual appearance.
“HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY FELLOW GRYFFS!” Brenna’s unmistakable Scottish accent pierced the early morning atmosphere of the Gryffindor Common Room. Not but moments after this interruption, Brenna came sprinting down the spiral stairs of the Girl’s Dormitories and landed on the very last step, throwing her arms in the air much like a gymnast would as they dismounted after a perfect routine.
If there was one thing Gryffindor was famous for (other than the notorious “Marauders” and the overabundance of “brave” people in their house) it was their Quidditch victory parties. Not only were these parties extremely raucous and lasted all night, these parties were a social gathering. A Gryffindor tradition.
Yes, A Broom Closet
As though struck by lightning, a bright smile of compression dawned upon Lovette.
Where Art Thou?
“Ha ha, very funny guys. ‘Lock Sirius in a broom closet’…yeah, a real classic prank.” Sirius hadn’t even realized that Lovette was standing there as he made his escape from the broom closet that he had been locked in for a least three hours.
“Must I repeat the question?” Lovette said in the hard tone she had used before.
You Are Cordially Invited…
“Then you have to promise me that you’ll make people laugh at my funeral.”
Good For You
“Lovette?” Ronan’s low voice brought Lovette back to reality. She focused her attention back to his concerned features and forced a smile. Oh, how talented she was at those kinds of smiles.
You Are A Winner!
Annette Luclare was quite an interesting character, much like her seven daughters. She was…a “cool” mother. Cool as in the fact that she was rather liberal, meaning you could do whatever you wanted in the Luclare household…just as long as you didn’t kill anybody.
“I know. I don’t have an explanation, Lovette. I really wish I did. But, I don’t. I can’t explain it to you. I just…can’t.”
Break It Up
Almost every Gryffindor had collected in the Common Room for the rather amusing scene. Or, so it appeared. Students of all ages crowded the room’s perimeter, making it seem as though they were watching some kind of sport or contest take place. Except there wasn’t. Something much more entertaining had replaced it.
Be Mine, Valentine!
“Ahh, Lovette…we’re more alike than you think.” Lovette pulled another incredulous face.
You Never Even Noticed
Slowly, Brenna rose from her seat, taking her schoolbag with her. All Lovette could do was watch in shock as Brenna left the Great Hall, leaving her alone. Brenna had never been one to contradict her friends…or be serious in any way.
“You people gotta learn that when I shout random things not to make the room go quiet! Its just embarrassing and its not like I’m gonna tell you what I’m really talking about or anything! So, as per usual, carry on.”
You Know What?
Groaning in frustration, Lovette massaged her temples roughly, closing her eyes. Her hair blew slightly as the chilled March winds picked up. She sighed heavily, looking up at the star-strewn sky. It was a deep shade of navy, the stars merely blurred pin-pricks sprinkled throughout it.
Because You're Here
“Hypocrite.” Lovette muttered, standing in front of it with her hands on her hips.
What the Skeptics Say
“Really now?” Was eventually what Lovette settled on saying. McGonagall nodded, turning away from her student to stack essays to grade.
The Way I Am
“Are you stalking me or something?” Lovette asked, a bitter laugh weaving through her sentence. It was rather strange talking to no one outside of a deserted library.
The N.E.W.T.s had finally arrived at Hogwarts. These Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests had put all seventh-year students on edge. Some students had fainted during the examinations, while others had blanked out completely of all the information they had learned. Basically, it was like a plague.
Goodbye Past, Hello Future
“Well ladies,” Lovette started, her voice breaking the silence. Her voice sounded as though she were trying to keep if from cracking, “let’s go to our future.”
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