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━"For Merlin's sake! stop shaking, Stella." said Sirius for the fifth time. Both of them were in a small broomstick cupboard talking about the letter.
But Stella couldn't stop trembling. Her knees felt weak as she read the letter over and over again.
"Sirius." whispered Stella, she was so close to having a breakdown here and there. "I can't— I— how can I when I need to get married at 17?! you should be worried too! I'm not the only one who's getting into an agreement!"
Oh, Sirius was fucking worried, alright. But he'd rather hide that worry aside and be a big brother to Stella. "Star, fuck, even I don't know what to do but maybe we could talk our way out of it."
Kind families of the Sacred 28 like Fawleys and Weasleys could, but not Blacks and Rosiers who loved to keep their blood pure.
"We'll get out of it, Star." assured Sirius as he wrapped his arms around her brotherly. "I promise. We'll both get out of it."
