✧A FAULTY PROMISE✧

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She didn't mean to stop talking to Regulus and Sirius, it simply started with avoiding...But even in their company she just didn't know what to say.

"I'm your sister! Here I am? Please remember me?" She didn't want them to feel guilty, she didn't want them to go home this coming Holiday and find out the truth only for her to be dragged back.

No. She was a Crawford and wouldn't be dragged back.

But there was something so endearing about the nickname Orion had used.
My little light.
It was their version of bubbles, she understood that.

So why did her heart flutter so widely, why did she want to run into a blurred figured's embrace after hearing it?

Had her parents turned bitter after being labeled as a Squib? She was sure of it now, from what she's heard about their parents they were old souls who wouldn't commit adultery.

So she wasn't a bastard.

Her brothers had caught her sour mood almost instantly, she simply pushed it with stress with the upcoming Holiday. But for the first time in a while she hadn't been honest with them.

They knew something was wrong, but she continued to isolate herself and spent more time at the academy than at Hogwarts.

It concerned her professors, but it wasn't their place to question and send word to another school on the efforts of a student's behavior.

On the off chance she was at Hogwarts, she would let others sit around her but she wouldn't join in on the conversation. Regulus attempted to be accepting of this and simply worked beside her in the library while she was studying what appeared to be an Alchemy periodic table...But insanely more detailed than anything that Avery ever had before.

"Ari? When was the last time you ate something?" Regulus' voice graced her mind, and she stopped for a moment in her scribbling to think before continuing again.

"I had some rice the other day while I was studying."
"'The other day,' I meant recently."
"Tea and toast."
"So nothing then? Come on, we'll study in the—"
"Regulus. I needed to learn this two days ago. I'll eat later."
"That's the problem, you won't." She ignored him, and it hadn't been the first time he attempted to strike a conversation and it was shut down instantly.

Something was wrong.

And what made it worse was that Rabastan had made his way over towards both Aria and Regulus, sitting across from her with a gentle smile on his face.

Black couldn't deny that the bloke was sorry, and he was working to make his apology. But it was her breaking point in seeing Lestrange, she slammed her book closed—Letting her chair screech as she hadn't dared look back at the table as she made her way out.

James was quick to follow, while Sirius was in a mess of damnation to know what happened.

"Honest Sirius, Lestrange didn't even say a word." Regulus said, defending Rabastan. And although it was a distrusting glare that the Slytherin had done something before that they don't know about or not, but the stress of the situation was starting to build.

"You think it's about Proctor?" Rabastan dwelled and either Black narrowed their eyes towards him. "Unlike you, Proctor's an actually decent fellow," Sirius said, removing himself from the situation. But ultimately he sent off a parcel to the American lad, only to be questioned if there was something wrong.

And Sirius couldn't lie, not when he reached out first.

It was already December, and Wyatt had dragged her to a chorus rehearsal to hear what was being sung. And while she attempted to be supportive, she felt like she was pushing all of her buttons and to excuse herself from the room and hurry off and away.

"Aria?" She closed her eyes and laughed.
"What do you want Lestrange?" His face had fallen in complete distress, she was falling apart and wanted to know his intentions.

"Love you're crying in the hallway."
"Well, I was going to go and cry in my classroom, sorry for being out in public. Excuse me." She tried to brush him off, but he caught her into his embrace. Aria was far too weak to fight back, though she wouldn't surcome to the feeling any more than she was.

Her eyes turned up to his, and he was trying his damn hardest to understand what was going on in that never-ending brain of hers. But it could be anything, it could be anything and he wouldn't know.

"What are you doing here anyway?"
"Wyatt wanted me to come to a chorus rehearsal." She whispered, and it caused Rabastan frowned.

"And who is this Wyatt lad? That's the Hufflepuff?"
"We were both in the Orphanage Rabastan." She spoke so...Monotoned again that it caused him to sigh and start walking towards the classroom in question, but she simply stopped the motion of her legs.

"Lestrange, I need you to leave me alone."
"Leave you alone? Merlin Ari, let me help you...I'll—" He hadn't realized what happened she was doing until the tip of her wand pointed directly to his chest.

"Leave. Me. Alone." She warned, before turning the opposite way and hurrying on her pace.

"Aria!" Rabastan yelled, his voice hoarse as he was shocked...To put it bluntly.

"Bloody hell...Aria!" He continued to shout after her until she readily had enough.

Never, not once has Aria casted a spell against her classmate—Or one with true malice intent.

It was fitting that it was directed to Lestrange, and he was on the receiving end of her anger as he was thrown against the nearest wall as she returned to his compromised position.

"Love...Yell at me, curse me...But don't fall down the rabbit hole."
"This has nothing to do with you, stop butting in where you don't belong Lestrange." She said through gritted teeth, and for once he had simply been annoying with his worriment and thus she started to walk off and away. Her waving once she was a decent few steps away and leaving the bloke to fall down from his enchanted rise.

As he rose his head from his seat on the floor he realized two things.

Aria Roswell was a powerful witch...And she was learning wandless magic.

*

The lot hadn't seen Aria for two days after that, and it was hearsay from what happened that the Marauders heard from Reg. Even Lily knew that it was out of character for Aria to attack a student, even one as fowl as Rabastan.

However it was James who ran into the Griffindor common room with an urgent message.

"Aria's quit her team!" The news had taken over every nook and cranny of the damn school. Wyatt was the first to question her, but she simply said it was until after the holidays.

Which was what? Two games?

Her team defended Aria's choice, but that didn't mean they weren't still hopeful that she would come back. Yet it was just simply...Unrealistic.

The Gryffindors were thankful that Aria was present in today's DADA's class, but she hadn't dared looked up from her note-taking. She wasn't in class enough to know if this professor was all that much better than the last few. Sure he was informational, but it felt like he was rather dull.

For one reason or another, the dark magical creatures' conversation had shifted into werewolves. There was an eruption of possibilities on what to do in that situation. But of course the dumbest response had to come from a Ravenclaw.

"The only thing I need against a werewolf is a killing curse." Harper announced.

Which caused Remus to tense at her honesty, while the rest of his mates were all prepared to say something when Aria spoke first.

"So you'd murder an innocent person?" She said, her quill continuing to write fluently as it hadn't disturbed her train of thought, nor did she lookup.

"No, I'd kill a werewolf, and it's no worse than what they'd do to me." She reasoned, but Aria simply shook her head and dipped her quill into the ink and continued to scribble.

"But a werewolf doesn't know any better. They're not themselves when they change, you are and after the full was up, you'd have taken an innocent life." Clem was gazing to her friend in pure shock, this was the most anyone has heard her speak so fluently that it was rather...Horrifying.

But it was amusing to see Harper all worked up while Aria was left in tranquility.

Off behind her, Lily and the rest of Marauders were attempting not to glance at Remus. While the werewolf himself felt his hands sweating profusely.

While Harper simply rolled her eyes.

"What kind of life can a werewolf lead anyway? I'd be doing it a favor. Personally I think they should be rounded up and taken care of for good." She smirked rather darkly, while Aria chuckled.

"That's sick!" Sirius yelled while James said his own comments but Aria held up her hand to settle the two boys. Remus sunk a little lower into his seat, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest as he couldn't believe this was happening.

"I'll take your comments as ignorance to the previous world wars that had the same ideals of genocide, and simply tell you that it never ends well...But you do realize they are only a wolf one night out of the whole month, correct?" The professor was attempting to get the class to settle down, but Rabastan was eyeing Aria in complete awe.

Why was she fighting all these battles she could simply...Ignore?

"It's just my opinion."
"That is not an opinion. That is a notion that was ingrained into your pretty little head. You were conditioned to discriminate a person with an illness overseeing that you're actually murdering an innocent person for something that isn't their fault?" By now either bird were staring into one another soul.

And Amelia was not one to back down.

"You wouldn't be talking like that if a werewolf tried to bite your face off..." She smirked, making a biting motion with her mouth and earning a chuckle from Isabella. "...Perhaps we should toss you out in the forbidden forest next full moon and see how you feel then." Aria closed her eyes before her animagus couldn't be held back any further.

"Is that a threat, Ms.Harper?" Aria said rising to her feet, and it caused the same scene to be recreated from the beginning of the year to now.

"I don't know, is it?"

"The difference between us, Amelia, is that I take threats seriously...And I will be with werewolves this summer, testing out possibilities on Wolfsbane. But even then I wouldn't try an harm one...." The room had fallen silent at this sudden reveal to what could possibly be taking all of Aria's time.

"So you can see, Harper, if you sit back and do nothing to help change it then you're apart of the problem."
"You bitch! You—"

"Enough!" The professor bellowed, instantly taking account of twenty points from either Ravenclaw.

"Detention, both of you."
"Sorry professor, but detentions don't fit in my schedule." Lily groaned into her hand, while Clem begged her friend to shush.

"Then I'll be talking to your head of house, you won't be playing Quidditch this week Crawford." Rabastan head shot directly back at Aria...Had he heard that correctly?

"Good thing I'm off the team already then, right?"
"Then I'll mark you absent Ms.Crawford." He smirked in retaliation, but Aria simply closed her notebook and picked up her satchel.

"Then I'll take my leave. And professor? Perhaps you should read the bloody material before teaching us the wrong information." She said, the parchment she had been writing fluttering through the air as the bloke caught it and read it through.

"Why do I get detention for stating my opinion but Aria gets—" The professor pitched the brink of his nose before Aria's handwriting appeared on the board.

She proved the professor wrong.

But all Rabastan could think about is Aria's adoption.

And all Remus could think about is Aria's defense on Werewolves.

However, it seemed like Aria was there for the day as she was on her way to potions. Yet her name had been yelled across the ways and caused her to turn around with a questionable look.

"Oi don't look at me like that Crawford, what the bloody hell was that?"

"What was what?" She asked in confusion, to be honest she thought they would be happy that she put her foot down at Harper but they looked far too worried to really look at what she done to the fullest extent.

"Aria I'm about this close to pulling my hair out trying to follow what sort of spiral you're falling down."
"Who says I'm falling?" She questioned and he realized that was partly true, she said in the previous class that her schedule didn't have the room for it.

It could just be stress.

"Then what's the matter Aria? Please, just tell me."
"I'm not falling Siri, my wings are just clipped." She whispered rather salty but with a wobble smile on her face.

He hadn't been prepared for her to be so cryptic, but she simply came in under the cover of the class moving around to find her seat. Though she sighed in seeing that her name on the board was beside Rabastan's...Again.

"I could ask Slughorn to switch partner if you want to...?"
"It's fine...I'll get the ingredients." She mumbles, all while going to the cabinet and tying her hair up into a bun and bringing what was needed why he started to bring the cauldron to a boil.

The two worked together well, and it had more to do with Aria's silence and Rabastan's disbelief that he hadn't known she was adopted.

Perhaps he could get her something with the name engraved? Surely that would make her feel better, or at least happy. For what he and the others saw was her breathing fire, and while she didn't take in the comments and rumors.
Rabastan surely heard them, as did the Marauders.

Some believed that she was snubbed the wrong way, or that the Academy is too much of a challenge and she's in over her head—That one came from Amelia of course.

But truthfully, it wasn't the work that caused her to have a mental break down.

It was the fact that her friends are her brothers and they've forgotten one another.

It hurt, and it hurt even more whenever they said her name or last. Because neither were right, neither were a star-based name. All it took was one look into an astronomy reference book to learn her name, based on the necklace that is.

Cassiopeia Black.

It made sense, or from her position at least. It felt old fashion and—Well...old. She wondered if Mrs.Blanchard had given her the name Aria, or if it was Orion.

Where did Roswell even come from?

The truth was eating her up inside, and no matter how many times she went to relinquish the stress—To tell someone.

She remained silent.

There was no word to Aidan, not a whisper to Clem. And certainly not a mention to anyone in her family.

Course they knew something was wrong, she received a letter both at Darthmont and Hogwarts from Aidan. As he demanded to know what was wrong, and had it been the summer she was sure that he'd come and take a portkey to demand in-person.

But she simply passed it off and said she'd tell him when she returns to America—And it was coming up.

Course she had her dress all prepared, she had come to a few rehearsals and damn if she hadn't been coursed into doing more.

Unfortunately she hadn't a clue if she could even make the ball, Flitwick wished he knew about his star pupil beautiful voice's long before.

But then she even took over the piano, the violin—She showed up one rehearsal with her guitar and continued to surprise all that were around.

Though he noticed she wouldn't dare sing another song than the one Wyatt had said would be perfect for her.

"Oi, find a date to the Yule ball yet 'Bas?" The bloke in question had foolishly turned around to look at Avery at the front of their dorm room. And the question seemingly had him chuckle as her returned to his work.

Potions took the double the time it used to, and without the help.

"Sure there's some gal that might tickle your—"
"The only witch I want blood hates me, so no."
"Don't all the prefects have to go? Say it's friends if you must, damn mate say it could be to make up the time you fucked Claudette at the party." Avery shrugged off the silence in the room and gritted his teeth.

He was starting to get peeved over his mate's behavior, it was just a witch.

Perhaps he took a wrong look of faith that Aria was walking down the hall just now, though it wasn't that surprising considering they were both heading to charms.

Though his only dilemma was that Aria was accompanied by that young lad.
Wyatt.

Rabastan's eyes softened as he saw them joking and teasing, and sure enough he could see the pure Hufflepuffness of Snyders, though the Badger stilled instantly when he caught sight of the Slytherin.

"What do you want." Wyatt muttered, and Aria was shocked at how cold he had turned, her hand firm on his shoulder as her eyes flickered to Rabastan.

"Oi, you are so cute when you try to puff up your chest like—"
"That was one time Ari!" Her sweet smile had ruffled his hair before she nicked her head.

"Better watch it snake. If one hair on her colorful head is—"
"Wyatt..." She warned, and he retreated before walking off and to his own class.

"Protective fellow isn't he?"

"Always has been, please don't rile him up. He gets rather...Explosive." He nodded in an effort to understand what she meant but she hadn't furthered an explanation.

"I did...I did have something I wanted to ask you."

"Oh? I'd say I don't care but I'm curious." She teased, turning to him with a slightly risen brow. Which only caused him to sigh—Merlin this was stressful!

"Don't suppose you have a date to the Yule ball...?"
"That's suggesting I'm going, and I'm not. So the answer is no."
"Y-you're not going?"
"No, I have a convention that Mr.Hanson wants me to attend instead. Its official title is a holiday party but that's just the hidden title...It's the same time as the Yule Ball." He felt...Deflated, sure he was prepared for a 'no' but this was worse.

He wouldn't even see her.

"Though if I were going, I'd go dateless Lestrange...A gal doesn't have to have an escort to every social event."
"In my world...They do." He mumbled, and she rolled her eyes.

"And if I was in your world, I test all the bloody boundaries." He chuckled, offering her such a delightful smile that she couldn't let simmer...Until she recalled what he did.

And it was clear what happened to cause the drift.

"Aria I'm—"
"Sorry. I understand. But my understanding it doesn't change the fact that we're not getting back together. I've said my piece on it Lestrange, please don't make me repeat myself." He sighed, their walk to their next class having stopped with the tensity of the conversation.

"So you and Proctor?"
"Yes. Me and Proctor."
"Is he—is he good to you?" Aria turned to him in confusion, blinking up as she tried to digest his words.

Why did it sound like his only concern was sex?

"You have to remember I didn't grow up with magic, and I grew up with him right alongside me finding and learning it. I know his family, I know his sisters...I hate to say it Lestrange, but we were sort of strangers."

"Kitt—Aria that's not true."

"Isn't it? I told you a lot of my life, my secrets and all. And all I got in return was you telling your father I was an infatuation. That should've been a red flag, but I overlooked it. Just as I overlooked the gods telling me you were the wrong choice." His head had fallen down just a slight bit and he slightly wished he hadn't had the confidence to ask.

"Will you ever forgive me?"
"For cheating or for lying?"
"For both." She shrugged her shoulder up as she truly couldn't give him the response he was hoping for.

"I don't know Lestrange, but I rather focus on me than reforming a relationship with you. And even then it wouldn't be the same as it once was, not when you know I was with Aidan this summer and I know you were with Claudette. There's no trust."

"And the other day when you flung me against the wall?" She closed her eyes in damnation, swallowing deeply as she squeezed the book in her hand.

"I'm sorry for that."

"S-sorry? Merlin Aria what was wrong that you...You attacked me?"

"I promised Wyatt I'd go to his chores rehearsals."
"A-and?" A frog was surely caught her throat as she shook her head at the onset of tears that threatened to release.

"What songs do we sing around Christmas time Lestrange?...Why am I with another religion?" She said with a slight sniffle, and reality struck him in the face—Hard.

"Aria..." He whispered out, guilt for not having realizing it sunk deep into his heart. "Merlin Aria why would you do that to yourself?"

"Because it meant the world to him, and I'm all he has. And I rather—I rather let myself hurt if it means he's happy."

"How could you be the most selfless person on the earth, Aria...Do something for yourself, please."

"I am. I promise you I am. Because when I finished at Darthmont, there won't be anymore orphaned witches and wizards." He let out a smile but he shook his head.

"For you, not for others." Aria remained silent, she didn't know what she wanted for herself that didn't include helping people. So much so the strain caused her to bite her lip in damnation.

"Helping people makes me happy."

"And when all of that is done? You've helped those less fortunate, you discover a cure...What do you plan to do?" He wanted to hear that she'd give him another chance and break it up with Proctor, but it wasn't realistic.

"Find my biological parents, and give them a big fat I told you so." She said with a wicked grin, only it was dismissed as a tear escaped her eyes.

But he let out a grin, that was what he was waiting to hear.

"That I could you with."
"I'd rather do it myself...And what do you plan on doing Lestrange? What will make you happy later in life?" His expression softened immensely, she recognized it all too well.

When he turned rather pouty or didn't receive a kiss within the last five minutes he would turn to her with this same exact expression. Which she almost needed to stop herself from giving into that habit.

"Marry someone that I love."
"I don't know what's worse, are you saying you didn't love Claudette?" She looked at him in awe, had she heard him correctly?

"No. No I don't. And mother's working on nulling the contract but I...I never loved her. You were right, comparing yourself to—" Mrs.Selwyn.

The voices of other students caused the two to hurry down another hall, while Aria was wiping her eyes Rabastan was clearing her throat.

"If...If you do need me Aria, please don't be afraid to reach out."
"And what would I ask of you?" Rabastan had turned his gaze off behind Aria to make sure there wasn't any eyes and ears in their proximity before he leaned in close to her ear.

"Anything."

He left her without a second thought, had Rabastan Lestrange placed an ever-loving debt into Aria's hands?

She turned her shoulder and caught other students from class making their way to it, and she chuckled.

He'd love to introduce me as Cassiopeia Black, wouldn't he? Her inner dialog tested, and it caused her to sigh as she found herself sitting in her regular seat in charms.

Neither Lestrange nor Aria had looked to one another this entire class, but one thing was for sure. Rabastan still loved Aria, and he was starting to make a slight dent in at least being friendly to her.

But then she started to mull over his words, what did she do for herself? She always put herself before others because it was just who she is, but what did it do for her?

It allowed Lowe and Harper to walk all over her, it allowed the Ministry to take it's sweet and every-loving time for her to be finally adopted.

She wanted to be able to tell Sirius and Regulus that she was their sister, and this general distancing was simply so she wouldn't blurt it out on her own.

That's what she wanted, she wanted her brothers.

And was about time she did something for herself.

*

It was a rather stressful week in having to juggle both schools and the upcoming Holiday party as she studied the names, their rank in the potions society—What they were working on, how far or how long.

She needed to make a name for herself this time around, as she already proved herself to be a student. And from Rose, that was a big jump already considering she was still a Hogwarts student.

Most of those around her, some old—elderly even. But they were all promptly wizards. Wizards and their wives.

Thinking back to the pureblood event did she see how attacked to the hip witches were to their husbands, but how readily those husbands eyes were to another woman.

Same went for here, and she chided herself in thinking she should dress the part.

"Worried?" Otto teased, and she rolled her eyes as she took a sip of wine.

"Yes, I love to be gawked at like I'm a experiment."

"They aren't all bad, and you've called me a teddy bear on more than one occasion."

"I also call you Opa, Opa." The two would bicker back and forth with one another, and Rose thought it ever so amusing. But she too pushed her husband to get the greetings going as Aria had a Yule ball to attend to.

As she made the decision that she was going to be there for Wyatt, perhaps she couldn't make it for the song he wanted to sing with her...But she'd do her best in watching him the choir for a bit.

When she did have a moment alone, after being flirted with—Offered a deal as an assistant and many other low-class offers. She excused herself to the loo and looked herself in the mirror, her hands taking the granite countertop in vein as she stared directly into her grey pupils.

How much she saw Sirius and Regulus when she did this, especially in the eyes.

She let a smirk, and that she could see was a Black trait. A Black family trait.
How strange, that she knew her heritage now, or remembered it is more like it.

Reaching into her breast she caught the sight of her family crest, it gave her some comfort—for whatever reason—That she had some family here with her.

But she had a job to do, to expose herself to the means and the potion world as more than just an assistant. It was just very hard to do that when Rose had demanded they go gown shopping and wouldn't leave until the dress was perfect.

Aria had almost vomited at the cost of the dress.

However the night was coming to a close and she decided that enough was enough, that she'd hurry to Hogwarts mingle and then go straight to sleep.

She wouldn't be leaving for America just yet, she still had a few days to get everything settled and pack.

It hadn't been that much of a journey to Hogwarts actually, course she missed the feast but what of it? She'd be going to loads of the parties she just endured, or so says Otto at the very least.

It was simply part of the career choice.

As she entered the main hall, she caught the beautiful chants of 'Mary did you know,' and it hadn't been a childhood favorite as it was for older ages.

And Aria couldn't remember anyone older than her.

"Mary did you know, that your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand...?" A beautiful smile graced her instantly as she picked up her dress' skirt and continued to race towards the grand hall.

And she truly picked up the pace when she started to hear the beginnings of Hallelujah.

"Well I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

Well it goes like this:

The fourth, the fifth...the minor fall and the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah"

Rabastan turned for a moment, it was rather breathtaking the sound and he smiled when he realized that it was Aria's friend Wyatt singing.

"Lad's got a voice on him huh?" McNair jested as Avery was off shagging a gal in a broom closet thus far.

"Hmm." Was all Rabastan had offered, but he so desperately wanted to say: It's the tunes that are keeping Aria away.

But that wasn't true at all.

She had managed to sneak in through the side of the crowd towards the food and those in the chorus had all smiled and nudged one another. Aria had kept the promise and was awaiting to surprise Wyatt.

"Well your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

She tied you to her kitchen chair

And she broke your throne and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah."

So while the others were harmonizing the song's title, Aria was pushing herself together breathing fluently before she test out her vocals and hummed along.

Squeezing through the Choir's stands and smiling off to see Wyatt as he was about to walk back to his spot amongst the stand. So when the time came for her part, she didn't dare hold back.

"Well baby I've been here before,

I've seen this room and I've walked this floor.

I used to live alone before I knew ya.

And I see you flag on a marble arch,

And love is not a victory march!

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah..."

Those around her continued to keep the beat alive and she smiled and allowed Wyatt to twirl her while she too kept the music alive. Professor Flitwick was all too happy to see her as well, he just wished it wasn't her last year here either.

However the music had come to abrupt stop, as Aria turned to look back at Wyatt. She hadn't been nervous of the crowd, but singing was a tendency that she kept rather hidden.

And it was clear when Rabastan had stared at her in all her glory.

"Maybe there's a god above...But all I've ever learn from love,

Is how to shoot someone who outdrew ya.

Now it's not a cry that you hear at night!
It's not somebody who's seen the light,

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah!"

It was clear that those in the choir had given up listening to Flitwick's directions, so he simply stopped and sat bad and admired their work.

It sounded beautiful, professional even. And Rabastan felt as though he had missed a chunk of Aria's life having never heard her sing before.

He's seen her dance—Has danced with her in a classroom and at a Quidditch party.

But when the songs had ended and he saw her in the arms of Sirius, who was teaching her the steps to one fo the many pureblooded routines. His blood began to boil.

"I don't bloody care anymore, she looks fit." McNair interjected, slightly drunk.
"She looks breathtaking is more like it." Rabastan mumbled, sweet merlin was her dress gorgeous.

She looked like a model from witch weekly having been done up the way she was, her hair beautifully styled. Her dress—The halter top did indeed show a bit of cleavage, but it was tasteful.

While her back was only covered by the straps that crisscrossed one another. Gods what he wouldn't give to dance with her now, especially when she made such a dull dance have life and meaning.

"Well that's just rude, I asked Aria to dance this summer and hadn't got the chance!" Rabastan blinked as he heard Regulus' voice at the dancing couple, and of course the gal had whispered into Sirius' ear before joining Regulus as a partner.

For someone who didn't like Christmas, she was having loads more fun at the holiday celebration than Rabastan was.

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Date Posted: 07-26-2020

Time: 10:01

Words: 5644

So my internet might get shut off so here is an impulsive/half edited and long edited chapter in case I go MIA. I'm make a public post if it looks like that, otherwise maybe I can get some service from my friend😂😂

Hope everyone is having a good summer💕