philophobia-the fear of falling in love
or becoming emotionally connected
to someone...
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This is a story you've heard before, passed down through generations, about a young girl and a young boy who utterly despise each other.
Then, somehow, t...
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xxvi||what happens now?
Waking up the morning that they're due to go back to school is surreal and strange for Maria, feeling as though the holidays have gone rather quickly this year as she changes into some blue jeans with a black top which used to be Sirius', that says 'Queen' across it in red letters across the chest and she slips on a jacket, grabbing her trunk and trudging down the stairs of the Potter Manor with a glum expression on her face.
"You look happy." Sirius remarks sarcastically as he joins her, taking her trunk off her and making her sigh in relief as he does so.
"Oh yes, very." Maria replies in the same tone of sarcasm, heaving Tiger's cage down the staircase as Sirius drags their trunks behind him. They meet James in the foyer along with Euphemia and Fleamont who had decided to hand the job to another auror — Alastor Moody — whilst they stayed with Maria, James and Sirius at home for the remainder of the holidays.
Arriving at Kings Cross station, Maria is yet again getting glares from all angles as she now walks with not only Jams and Sirius, but Remus and Peter as well. Sirius winks at a few girls that giggle and whisper to their friends and Remus rolls his eyes at his friend's attempts to woo the muggle girls. Peter is blabbering to James about something to do with the war and how his parents are ever so worried about them all.
"Ladies, first." Sirius smirks, letting Maria stroll past him and through the barrier whilst the other's keep a look out for staring muggles. She's soon joined by them on the familiar platform, the scent of fireworks and fuel from the train invading their nostrils and the sight of the gleaming Hogwarts Express before their eyes.
"Be careful." Euphemia says as she straightens Maria's jacket, smoothing it down and Maria rolls her eyes but Euphemia gives her a pointed look. "I'm not joking, Maria, stay safe. Stay away from anyone suspicious—"
"That means Slytherins, sweetheart." Fleamont adds and Maria shoots her father a 'really?' look and the man shrugs. "What? They're always really suspicious!"
"Yeah, yeah." Euphemia waves him off, going to give James and Sirius the whole, 'be good and look after Maria' talk. A few meters from them, Maria sees Walburga and Orion Black stood tall and proud, Walburga staying something sternly to Regulus who looks completely ready to get away from his wretched parents right this second.
Orion looks her way and she averts her gaze quickly, making the man purse his lips and set his jaw, looking back at his son.
"Remember what we said about that Potter girl, boy." Orion warns, nodding left and Regulus frowns, looking over, his storm filled eyes colliding with chocolate ones that instantly look away. The sixteen year old swallows, the apple in his throat bobbing prominently as he nods curtly to his parents who nod, looking around in disgust at the other families seeing their children off.
