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shoddy shoddy. stupid.
“This is Hope Khol.” Peter of all people spoke up, proudly. “She’s the girl whose grandparents I stayed with during this summer.” The three boys nodded.
ruined breakfast and the prefects bathroom
“Cut it out.” I shoved him.
oscar winning performance
“I think it’s rather exciting.” That would be Peter, the idiot.
slughorn's sick humor
I pulled out my History of Magic notes for the next three chapters. I caught a few Ravenclaws glaring, enviously perhaps, at me and chuckled. If only they knew what had inspired my insane study session. He’s got stupid glasses and lame messy hair. And I think he’s gay. And he launched a vendetta against me in Potions.
pity smiles for the crazy girl
spontaneous revenge is most effective
penna sensus, bring it on
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on, Hopey?” Sirius finally spoke.
it's just guy stuff
“Sirius threw me in the bathtub.” I explained. Lily opened her eyes wide and gasped lightly. I shrugged. “I mean it worked.”
blow up at the three broomsticks
My grandfather noticed me first, standing up with outstretched arms towards me.
demon cherubs must die
"Merlin, Hope.” Sirius put his head down on the table; his messy black hair flopped in front of him in an adorable fashion. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything.” He sighed, which touched a nerve with me.
peanut butter and puffskeins
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Remus smiled as he dabbed my arms with an ointment. It smelled like lavender and cherries. Standing, Remus pulled back the curtains of the bed and my mouth dropped open at the sight in front of me.
I turned sharply and came face to face with James Potter. Behind his glasses, his eyes seemed to bore into me. I froze, clutching the strap of my bag. We stared at each other for a moment without speaking. James’ aura was cold, and mine was full of confusion. Where as Remus and Peter had accepted me through the whole Sirius thing, James seemed to stay on the outskirts whenever I was around. One-on-one James and Hope time happened very rarely, and both parties were fine with it. This was different. This was creepy.
the commotion before christmas
“Hope, it’s not what you think.” He grabbed my arm as I began to walk away. I turned to look at him, his long hair pulled back, his grey eyes searching mine in an attempt to figure me out. I was disgusted by him.
henry, hardy and the whole story
"And then before I knew it, Sirius had another black eye, and you know what that means.” I hiccupped. “And here I am.”
truly hopeless motions
You think that I’m taking the easy way out?” My entire body filled with anger and hate. “You broke my heart, Sirius. Completely shattered it.” I paused. “Did you expect to just show up at my house and everything would be just fine? Did you expect me to greet you with open arms and a smile on my face after you kissed my cousin…”
phone calls and brotherly bodygaurds
. “Maybe if you hadn’t walked in on me like some peeping Tom I would have been able to pick out something a little nicer.” Color rose to both our cheeks.
unwanted invitations, reluctant rsvps
“You’re still a dork you know.” I hissed at him under my breath as my grandmother hummed happily around the oven. Peter smirked at me.
new years eve, major events
"Seriously, Padfoot, just don’t be a jerk to her.”
ringing in the new year right
“I wish you were Sirius.” I said into the darkness of my room. I make out his shadowed outline nodding in the dark.
starting term off splendidly
Sirius Black did not look heartbroken.
swearing off boys for spring
confessions of a teenage animangus
“Sirius, look at me.” He raised his head and his grey eyes stared deeply at me. Everything stopped for me for a moment – a solitary moment that seemed to freeze in front of me. His nervousness, my confusion and the pure anxiety of the situation molded together as he stared deeply into my purple-flecked eyes and subconscious psyche. But then he threw his head into his hands again and continued swearing.
severus snape and springtime theatrics
“The only way you can help, Hope,” James began slowly, “is if you stay in the castle tonight. And please, for the love of Merlin, do not leave your room."
disaster during the full moon
“I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed. “I don’t know what to do, Sirius.” I bowed my messy head towards his. “How could you do this?” My voice was a whisper, and his face clenched when he heard me.
nothing like a little coma to spice up summer
“Look how paaaale you are,” Hardy wrinkled his nose. “Gosh, have you spent the whole summer in a hospital or something?” Henry snickered.
part II: from professional nobody to legitimately crazy girl
“I don’t really think we should talk about this right now,” he was making excuses and it made me furious.
starry skies and accidental confessions
“If you had told me a year ago that you would be the only one of your lot to talk to me, I would have told you that you were mental.”
annabelle, word vomit and the first day of classes
Sirius sat on the couch, and I could feel his eyes boring into me as I ascended the staircase to the girls’ dorms. I tried to hold in more tears; he wasn’t going to follow me. He wasn’t going to rush after me and kiss me and tell me he loved me too. This was real life, and that’s not how things happened.
figuring it all out
“I’m not fun, Frankie,” I muttered and quickly exited the classroom. Frankie stammered slightly but let me go. He was a good guy. A nice guy. But I was a stupid, teenage witch. I didn’t want nice. I wanted brooding and aristocratic, and dear sweet Merlin, I wanted Sirius Black.
Study Buddies, Make Outs and Make Ups
intuitive friends and double date disasters
“So, will you do it then?” James questioned me, after a few moments of silence. I glared at him.
a kitten, a puppy, a stag and a wolf in sheep's clothing
“Oh, shut it Hope,” James grunted. His ego looked bruised. “I’m dancing,” he paused, “obviously." I spun my head around to see loads of my fellow students also moving around like fools.
breakfast and brotherly advice
I had heard Sirius complain about his brother. “Brain-washed follower of the Dark Lord and Walburga Black.” He was supposed to be a slimy, Slytherin git – obsessed with the Dark Arts and Pureblood-mania. The boy who stood in front of me didn’t appear to be any of those things. Chisled, handsome and brooding - yes. Slimy - not quite. I should have known that a Black would never be slimy or unattractive. No wonder Walburga Black was such a nut, I'd think I was better then everyone else too if my gene pool could do that.
grand gestures of love
“A lot of Quidditch players use study to squeeze in extra practice,” he shrugged one cold, snowy December afternoon. “I think they just assume that’s where I go.”
fatherly visits and fireside confessions
“What is that git doing here?”
from avoidance to protection
“Your dumb map must be broken,” I muttered as I passed by him. “Regulus didn’t show up today.”
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