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an introduction, a party and the beginnings of a plan
Who are we? We are the Wotter Clan, and then some. We are the kids with one hell of a reputation to live up to.
some rain, a traitor and nothing going to plan.
Sometimes, I hate my brother. I hate him, and utterly despise Louis, and I even mildly dislike Lily. Which is hard, because she’s so nice. But it is their fault that I am trying to get through a lock which seems to have more tumblers on it than in the back room of the Leaky.
a fight, injuries, and the failure of a plan
“What do we do?”
tears, panicking and a pathetic -yet successful- dating plan
“EEEVRYNIGHT IN MYYY DREEAAMS, I SEEE YOUUU, I FEEEELS YOU!" Lorcan hiccupped, swaying on the sofa.
innuendo, ballfoot and the collapse of a plan
“Now everyone is here,” Dom said, throwing me a look that would kill a lesser being. “I expect you’re wondering what last night was about.”
keys, the Fraternity and the uncovering of a plan
Lily is disgustingly messy. Dirty messy. I had been cleaning as I worked through- her kitchen sparkled now, and the bedrooms and study had been hoovered, but this living room...
hospital, accusations and the Gringotts plan
“You are not being serious. Rose, it may have escaped your notice, but the rest of us were just poisoned. We can’t pull this off.”
success, arrests, and someone else's plan
“You are an absolute idiot,” Scorpius said, fairly calmly, considering I’d locked us both inside a vault.
despair, family, and a 'waiting' plan
Oh Merlin. Scorpius’ traitor was real... our metaphorical wolf among sheep-
the trial, some secrets and an escape plan
We were accused of breaking into two Gringotts vaults; 604 and 930, and stealing goods worth thirty thousand Galleons. We were accused of killing two goblins; Marchday and Greynitt, and seriously injuring a third; Bullwatt, and my old mate the security guard; Gerald Lewis.
stories, marriages and being on the run- no plan.
At least Scorpius had managed to stop Louisa calling for tea; I don’t think I could have coped with breakable china. Talk about culture shock. An hour ago, I was in a filthy cell. Now, I was staining Louisa’s chintz sofa with cell filth.
hospital, Christmas and a blasé plan
Christmas. I should be at the Burrow, being thoroughly spoiled by the relatives.
kettles, death and a lie-low plan
Abner took off his pointed wizard’s hat, and turned it in his hands. “I’d like to speak to Mr and Mrs Malfoy,” he said, making sure his own voice was low. “I believe they are here? I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.”
detectives, some more secrets, and a Rose-in-charge plan
The private detective –if that was who he really was- didn’t really give us much choice: but I inexplicably wanted to trust this hard-faced man.
death, wolves and there isn't a plan
And then, I saw him. A spell from upstairs knocked someone out of the way, and I could see Richie.
back stories, flirting and Scorpius hates it when I plan.
I’d made up an entertaining story in which I (Rachel) was Scorpius’ (Samuel’s) mistress and we were trying to find somewhere to have an illicit affair while his wife (Lauren) was out on a short weekend break to a golfing club. Lauren even had a fictional boyfriend too- called Morgan, who was Scottish and six foot four.
Zach, Marcus and it was Scorpius' plan
I just kissed a married man. A soon-to-be father.
friends, arguments, and step one of the plan.
Scorpius passed me a small slip of paper. I turned it over, thinking it might be a note, but it was a receipt. I gave him an unimpressed look.
motorbikes, arrivals and the continuing of our plan.
Around the corner, zoomed two more Fraternity guys on broomsticks. Scorpius quickly kicked the motorbike into roaring life. I hooked my legs back up, and looped my arms around his waist.
friends or foes? and our plan is going well
“Expecto Patronum,” I whispered, and a silvery jet burst out from the tip of my wand, and dissolved into smoke. I tried to will my heart to stop beating so loudly, and thought of happier times- working at the pub, fighting with Hugo for the TV remote, playing card games when it was raining with Lorcan... kissing Scorpius on the roof while fireworks exploded around us... and then out of the tip of my wand, a huge tiger leapt forwards My mouth dropped open. I’d never ever been able to cast a corporeal Patronus before.
family, help, and step one is complete
“So you came to come get me and then we can all storm Carrow’s house together?” Hugo said, his eyes alight. “Awesome!”
the end (part one)
“What’s the plan?” Hugo asked.
the end (part two)
This went against everything I had ever done, everything I had ever known.
the end (part three)
There was a bang, a horrible crash far away in the depths of the mansion and then a horrendous blood curdling scream. I was still holding onto Scorpius’ hand, and started to run, pulling him with me as I ran, blindless through the dark rooms. My lungs were on fire, and my throat ached, but somewhere someone was screaming and it could be one of my family.
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