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Chapter Two:
𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

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❝ 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 ❞

─────𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤–𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧







"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄? 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼'𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸."

Accalia turns away from her sketchpad, and to her sister, that sat down next to her. It's been a few days since the whole 'Sirius Black escaped Azkaban', incident. It's now everywhere. You can't be in the wizarding community and not know he escaped.

She shrugs and goes back to drawing with a pencil, (a muggle thing that her Ted gave her a few years back). "What are you doing up here at one o'clock?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I went to go see if you were up so we could go on a walk. I checked your room and the art room, and you weren't there so I assumed you were up here." Estelle shrugged and leaned over to see what Accalia was drawing.

She noticed it was a picture of Uncle Reggie and Aunt Cassie the day Accalia was born.

Even though Accalia can't see colour, she is one of the best drawers. She doesn't focus on the colours as most artists do. She focuses on the lines and the shading. She focuses on the small details like how many freckles the person has, or how many stars are around the moon. Or how the shadow of the tree looks in the pond. She's one of the best artists Estelle knows, despite how much Accalia says she isn't.

"I found the picture in one of my dad's journals." Accalia reaches over next to her and hands Estelle the wizard picture. "I thought I'd draw it."

She hums as she exams the picture, before handing it back. "What's going on with you? You've been.. quiet lately. You're never quiet."

"Hm? Oh, nothing."

Estelle raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. "Don't bullshit me."

Accalia didn't reply for a while, leaving them in a silence.

"The nightmares...they are back," Accalia mutters quietly, not looking at her sister.

"Since when?"

"A week ago. Always the same thing. Mum screaming as our psycho cousin keeps asking her questions. Or Uncle James pushing me and Aunt Lily and Harry up the stairs, then Voldemort–"

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