"I believe that was the last sweater!" Mariana declared as she slammed her trunk shut and clamped down the clips to secure it.
Genevieve rolled her eyes at her sister. "Seriously, Mari, you don't have to pack your entire closet. It's just school."
Mariana eyed her sister curiously. "And what do you plan to wear all year?"
Genevieve gestured to her sweater as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Mariana smiled at her older sister's antics. "Right. I forgot how disgusting you were."
The Gryffindor girl grabbed a pillow and launched it at her sister's head. Mariana just stood there, letting it hit her. "Oh, please! You didn't even try to dodge that!"
Mariana cocked her head. "It's a throw pillow. It wasn't gonna hurt me. Why would I exert my energy trying to get away from something as harmless as that?"
Genevieve groaned in frustration. Mariana and her common sense was so irritating sometimes. "Merlin, I can never win with you."
Mariana chuckled lightly. She walked over to her vanity and searched through the drawers to make sure she had gotten everything. Opening the last one, her eyes landed on letters. Or, more specifically, Dean's letters. The ones she hid in fear of what her father would do if he found out she was talking to a muggle-born. Mariana shivered at the thought.
"Don't let him scare you, Mari. Hell, I'm the family disappointment and the worst he's ever done to me is pretend I'm not there." Genevieve said as she noticed her sisters intent gaze on the letters.
Mariana sighed. Genevieve made it sound so simple. But it wasn't. Not in the slightest. The Ravenclaw would lose everything, including her relationship with her father—one that she had worked restlessly to build. If her mother was dead, she was damn sure gonna try to at least get along with the one parental figure she had left. Even if he wasn't much of an example of a good person.
Mariana grabbed the letters and stuffed them into her trunk. She wasn't an idiot. Her father, if ever suspicious of her activities, wouldn't hesitate to search her room for evidence. Her vanity would be the most obvious place to look. Keeping them close to her was the only way to ensure complete secrecy.
Well, at least to her father. Mariana hoped Dean would officially ask her out soon so they could be dating. However, she was glad that he hadn't already popped the question. She would want something like that to be done in person, especially since he would be her first boyfriend. Mariana smiled giddily at the thought.
Genevieve groaned at the smile on her sisters face and the obvious blush. "It's so annoying how my fourteen-year-old sister has a more interesting love life than me."
Mariana raised a inquisitive brow. "What? Pansy hasn't made any moves?"
Pansy had been visiting their house, oddly, with Draco. She had never done that before. And, what was even more odd, was that she only hung out with Genevieve when she came. Blaise would occasionally tag along but of course, he truly had nothing to come for besides being alongside Draco.
Genevieve smirked. "I never said that. Me and Pansy mess around, but that's all it is. It isn't a real relationship."
"Do you want it to be a real relationship?"
Genevieve laughed loudly at her sister's question. "Oh, hell, no."
Mariana couldn't say she was surprised. Genevieve had never been the type to commit to one person. She was notorious for sleeping around with the students of Hogwarts, no matter their house nor their gender. And, apparently, it didn't matter if they were two years younger either.

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FanfictionMariana Rosewood had always been a strange girl. But, somehow, people were always drawn to her airy and intuitive spirit no matter how odd they found her. Some more than others. When Harry Potter and Mariana Rosewood bumped heads at Hogwarts, they...