"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙡𝙚."
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Lestrange battles the haunting grip of Tom Riddle's malevolent diary as she unravels long-buried truths about her family, herself, and her growing feelings...
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"I shouldn't be jealous, you aren't even mine."
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"Anything from the trolley?" the trolley witch's voice echoed down the corridor, her cart rattling its way closer. Harry jumped up, digging through his trunk in the overhead compartment, while Ron patted his pockets, searching for loose change.
Jupiter, sitting beside Hermione, shook her head at the boys, a small, knowing smile on her face as she pulled her money bag from her robe pocket. Unlike them, she'd remembered to bring some coins. Hermione gave the boys an exasperated glance over her newspaper, its front page dominated by the ominous Dark Mark.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" the witch asked, stopping at their open compartment door.
"Get me a pasty," Jupiter said, handing Harry a silver sickle.
"Packet of Drooble's and a licorice wand," Ron ordered, still counting his coins. After a beat, he muttered, "Actually, just the Drooble's." He looked down, clearly embarrassed by his lack of money.
Harry, catching the look on Ron's face, offered casually, "I'll cover the rest."
Ron flushed, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Just the Drooble's," he insisted quietly, slumping back into his seat.
Before the witch could move on, a sickly sweet voice drifted from outside the compartment. "Two chocolate frogs, please."
It was Cora Farraway. Jupiter's eyes narrowed as she watched the back of Harry's head, an urge rising within her to hex Cora out of sight. She clenched her jaw. Don't talk to him, she silently willed.
"Hi, Harry!"
Damn.
Harry turned, a polite smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Cora." He took the pasty from the trolley witch as Cora accepted her chocolate frogs with a dainty smile.
Jupiter felt Hermione's fingers tap her wrist and looked over to see Hermione holding back a laugh. "Calm down," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Across from them, Ron snorted, trying to cover it by shoving a piece of Drooble's gum in his mouth. Jupiter's cheeks turned pink as she dropped her gaze to the floor.
Cora gave Harry one last look. "See you when we get there," she said with a sweet smile.
"See you," Harry replied casually, oblivious to the tension he'd just stirred up.
Jupiter pretended to look out the window as Harry took his seat, tossing her the pasty with an easy smile, completely unaware of her inner turmoil.
Hermione sighed, returning her attention to her newspaper. "This is horrible," she muttered. "How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Weren't there any security measures?"
