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Like some of her classmates and all of her family, Sybil would be lying if she said she believed in staying on the straight and narrow with all her heart.
There are some things bigger than one party, and there are some basic principles greater than one witch.
Anyone who thought they could start a crime empire in Hogwarts had to by definition have a massive stupid streak somewhere.
That was what they all said before they fell into their death and morality spirals, wasn’t it?
Sybil was going for a rah-rah sentiment that I need foot soldiers and indentured servants did not really inspire.
If they were going to make their great statement, cement their legacy, they were going to do it big.
This world had nothing to do with blood, and it was not structured by destiny.
It was so obviously fabricated, just another set piece for him to trot out at the right moment, but it recalled real life so well that she rather wanted to believe it.
Ophelia didn’t believe in her brand of saccharine fighting.
As much as they lambasted him for it, Hogwarts as a whole would be sorely disappointed should their rogue Gryffindor prince up and decide to grow a heart.
In this family, it was almost a declaration of love.
The day Ophelia heard I’m sorry from her lips would be the day she dyed her hair blonde.
If she was going to give up her Valentine’s Night to hang around him the whole time, she didn’t want to have mild palpitations every time she glanced at him.
XIV. And Circuses
There was so much of Albus in her and vice versa that she couldn’t believe he would ever say it, because she never would.
There was life in his eyes, and it burned.
They were too smart to fall apart at the eleventh hour. They were too foolish to believe they wouldn’t eventually.
If he was going to face the traitor in the triumvirate, it might as well be on the ides of March.
It was almost like fate, but Finlay Thackeray didn’t believe in fate.
This, she would smile and recall, was the beginning of the end.
They were too far gone to worry about winning with honour.
XXI. And Fury
He didn’t look like someone who was in love with her.
She would do anything to fight that invading truth.
It would take perspective, and that was a precious, rare gem here.
If by some miracle they each made it out of this place, neither of them would ever be the same.
She should have thrown aside everything to save her.
Antigone could not match him lie for lie.
She didn’t need anything except her own ego to tell her she was safe.
She had willed herself to forget that lost causes could not be found again.
Hogwarts had left her for dead.
She didn’t care if he was happy with her rising star.
He knew what they both were, and he feared it.
There were some things no one could escape.
This was magic at its deepest and most personal and most dangerous.
There was only one way it might end.
It was never going to be a pretty time.
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