"Why can't I come again?" Spencer asked Snape.
"Because you're graduating today, obviously."
"And isn't Dumbledore supposed to do a speech?"
"Yes."
"But how can he do that if he's at the ministry?"
"He'll be here on time, you however," he fixed her cap, "need to attend every event."
She rolled her eyes, pushing his arm off her before walking to the mirror.
"What's he going to say?" she said softly.
"The truth" he answered.
She took a deep breath.
"Will he get in trouble?"
"No" he shook his head. "I have to go" he walked to her.
She saw as he stopped behind her, fixing her cap through the mirror.
She nodded as she smiled, looking down at her dresser.
"Thanks."
He squeezed her shoulder before leaving.
A tear fell down her cheek, she wiped it before looking up at the mirror.
She heard her door open, she was confused since Snape had said he needed to leave.
She walked to her living room, finding Harry staring at her outfit.
"Hi" she smiled.
"You're crying" he noticed.
"Yeah" she shrugged. "I cry."
He chuckled, "I know" he nodded.
She opened her arms, Harry walked up to her and gave her a hug.
"I'm going to miss you" he whispered.
"I'm going to miss you more" she kissed his head.
Harry smiled to himself.
"Ready?" he asked
"Yeah" she shrugged.
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Spencer stared at the illusion in the sky, the magic allowed parents to see the students. As if there were cameras recording yet none were in sight.
She wondered why she was here.
She didn't want to be.
As the ceremony went by her body went on auto pilot: whoever she talked to, whatever she said, she was out of it.
She thought about Dumbledore and what he was going to say.
It probably was for the best that she wasn't there.
She'd probably get mad that he was saying things she'd never admit.
Spencer realized the ceremony was over when Andrew came up to her and asked if she was okay.
Apparently the whole day went by.
"Yeah" she nodded. "Great speech by the way" she winked.
"Ghost writers" he shrugged.
She brought him close and hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you" she whispered.
"I love you too" he rubbed her back.
She chuckled as a tear escaped her.
"Hey," he took his head back, "what's wrong?"
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Meretricious | Professor Lupin
Romancemer·e·tri·cious: apparently attractive but having in reality no value or integrity. Spencer Artemis Venus, a seventh year Gryffindor, expected many things from her final year at Hogwarts. Her complicated relationship with Snape, getting hungover on...
