'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER FOURTY-EIGHT; never was a daisy fresh girl
[ MID SEPTEMBER, 95' ]
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'As you grow older — learning Child understanding About the way that a soul on a soul on a soul can be born, can be beautiful I see the smile that lights your face When you understand and realise Oh child, in this world Strange how we forget The things that made us first smile
And I'm learning too About the way that people do Never meaning to hurt anyone But we all do things we regret And wish we'd never done Oh child, and there you are Wandering through the garden of life Picking up flowers and eating them And the world will smile when you smile And we all have smiles inside of us'
Hera's reputation was terrible in this part of town, and it made for an uncomfortable experience seeing people from a distant time in her life around town, living like she never would've imagined them. It made her happy for all she had grown, and stunted her all the same — everything, even down to the street signs, felt so different.
She rattled the silver doorknocker that materialised before her at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Her hand didn't stay by the door for too long, almost scared the snake on the door would come alive.
Granted, it was a weekend, so she didn't expect many from the Order would be there — at the very least, Sirius should be inside, seeing as he couldn't go anywhere following the 'sighting' of him in London.
She faintly heard the pattering of footsteps down the stairs, as well as someone groaning as they fumbled to unlatch the door.
"Who the fuck would— " Sirius looked taken aback at the sight of Hera on his doorstep, "Oh, Hera... what are you doing here?"
"Well, are you going to let me in, or d'ya want the whole street staring in on you, Mister Mass Murderer?" Hera laid a playful tap on his shoulder, following Sirius as he opened the door for her, then shut it tentatively behind them.
"Who are you waiting for?" Hera peered through the glass eyehole, facing Sirius with confusion.
"No one, " he groaned, speaking in a low, grating morning voice despite it being well into the afternoon, "just caught me at a bad moment— "
