๐’๐Ž ๐–๐‡๐€๐“! book 2

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๐’๐Ž ๐–๐‡๐€๐“!
๐๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐Ž๐†๐”๐„
๐Ž๐๐„
๐“๐–๐Ž
๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐“๐„๐
๐„๐‹๐„๐•๐„๐
๐“๐–๐„๐‹๐•๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐„๐„๐
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐„๐„๐
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐„๐„๐
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐„๐„๐
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„-๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐Ž๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐Ž
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐„๐‹๐„๐•๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐‹๐•๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐„๐„๐
ONE MILLION
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜
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๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐“๐„๐„๐

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✯❀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒❀✯
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Lottie Lupin was once again, pissed off with her father.

She made her way down to dinner with a frown on her face and her fists clenched.

She had so many questions, one being why won't he fuck off?

She wandered into the Great Hall, making her way towards the Slytherin table. She couldn't see Alex or Theo yet, so she decided to talk to Daphne Greengrass whilst she waited.

"Hey, Lottie!" Daphne smiled. "Theo and Alex are coming, they said to tell you they'd be a minute or two late."

"Got it," smiled Charlotte, "how are you?"

"I'm good, thanks." Daphne grinned, piling food onto her plate. "You? We haven't spoken in ages."

"Agreed! I'll have to sit here more often, and I'm good too."

"Good good, I see you Hufflepuffs are doing good this quidditch season!" Daphne nodded towards the Hufflepuff table.

"Yeah, Cedrics got us training like crazy - not that I mind." Lottie said, catching the eyes of Theodore Nott as he and Alex came strolling in.

"Good evening ladies," smiled Alex. "Guess what we just did!"

"What did you d-" Charlotte cut herself off as she watched Draco Malfoy come running in with bright orange hair. "Oh, Merlin!"

"Who did this?" Draco roared across the hall, turning everyone's attention to him and his orange hair.

The whole hall fell about laughing.

"My...My father will hear about this!" He shouted, stomping over to the Slytherin table.

"Whoopsies," Alex pouted. "I wonder who would do such a thing!"

Charlotte nudged him in the ribs playfully with a smirk on her face.

"Good day?" Theo asked.

"Mine was amazing!"

"Alex, I've been with you all day, I was talking to Lottie." Theo rolled his eyes, and Daphne laughed at the boys idiocity.

"Mine was good," Lottie said uncertainly.

She was still pissed off with Lupin. She glanced up at the teacher's table where he was whispering to Potter with a frown on his face, whilst Potter held a sad expression on his.

Theo followed her gaze and sighed. If anyone hated Remus Lupin more than Charlotte Lupin, it was Theodore Nott.

"Did something happen?" Theo asked, gesturing towards to the professors table. "With him?"

"No," Lottie replied, starting to till her plate up. "So what did you guys do today?"

Theo looked ready to argue her response, but it was clear that Charlotte didn't want to talk about Lupin, and so he let it go.

"We got some pranks done," Alex smirked. "See that fourth year Slytherin?"

"Yeah," Lottie nodded as she glanced at the older boy.

"He called that little Ravenclaw a mud blood for no reason! Not that you can have a reason, obviously, but it was so mean!" Alex said, gesturing towards a first year. "So we added a little spice to his robes."

"Spice?"

"Glitter," Theo grinned. "Bright pink as well."

The three all laughed as they ate their dinner, Charlotte noticed how much nicer it was without Erin, who always seemed to have something to moan about.

"I better go to detention," Charlotte announced, standing up from her seat.

"Do you have to?" Whined Alex.

"Apparently so." Lottie sighed. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

She practically had to force herself to go to her detention with Potter, although it was extremely tempting to just go down to the Slytherin common room and ditch completely.

She didn't mind James, but the battles with Remus made her want to curl up in her bed and hug her duvet, not sit and talk to his best friend.

She pushed open the quidditch professors door to reveal James Potter at his desk writing letters.

"Hey!" James waved, smiling at Charlotte.

"Hey," Lottie sighed, sitting on her usual seat.

"Good day?" James asked as he flicked through the papers on his desk.

"Alright, you?" Charlotte asked. It had become a daily routine for them to discuss their days, it's what managed to break the awkwardness of the first twenty minutes of the detention, and made the time she was forced to spend with him a little better.

"Mine was good," James paused, wondering what to say. "I don't really so much... although I pranked Minnie!"

"You pranked Minnie?" Charlotte repeated.

"Yup! Everything in her classroom was on the ceiling! The desks, the cupboard, the chairs....she was a little mad but we found it funny!"

Charlotte laughed as she asked, "did you ever prank people when you where at Hogwarts?"

James let out a bark of laughter. "Did we ever? Charlotte, we where the marauders!"

Charlotte stared at him blankly.

"We where the marauders!" James repeated.

"I heard you, but I'm afraid I don't know what that means..." Lottie trailed off into silence as she looked at the man curiously.

"The whole world should know about us! We were the best at pranking when we were at Hogwarts! We used to prank old Minnie and Snivellus-"

"Snape?"

"Yep! He was in our classes! We never got on..."

"Woah! I thought he was at least sixty...but you're only thirty right?" Charlotte checked.

"Thirty four, although I still look twenty!" James said proudly.

"Debatable," Lottie said with a smirk, earning a dramatic gasp for James.

"Take that back!"

"Never!" She stuck her tongue out at him playfully as he laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Bully! I look brilliant, my mum always says it!"

"I'm sure she does," she laughed.

"Anyway,"

"So the marauders?"

"Me and...a few friends. The four of us did some brilliant pranks back when we were younger! I think we pissed- I mean, annoyed a lot of people, but we were dumb teenage boys playing harmless jokes on the people around us for fun. Who wouldn't do it for a laugh?"

"Theo, Alex and I like pulling pranks too, though I'm sure Minnie has told you that much. We did a lot more last year, but this year we all always seem to be in detentions, and we have a lot less time. We get piles of homework these days, first and second year was definitely a lot easier."

"Ah Lottie - I can call you that, right? Just wait until fifth year, from that age, you'll be wishing you had never started school in the first place. OWLs? Those are rough, but wait until NEWTs, those killed me!"

"Oh gosh, don't scare me," she chuckled, tugging at her sleeves. "I hate exams."

"Do you do alright in them?"

"Mostly," she nodded, "as long as I revise before hand I can get good grades, I just hate having to actually study, I'd much rather be pulling pranks or playing quidditch."

"Gosh, your more like me than my kids are. Harry and Sophia never pull pranks, it kills me!"

"I don't think I've ever spoken to Sophia - in fact I can't remember the last time I even saw her."

"She's like Lily, her head is always in a book, it's hard to find her without one. She's always in the library."

"That's sweet," Lottie smiled, she enjoyed reading too. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course!"

"What's with the weird names? I'm pretty sure I heard Black call you tongs the other day."

"Prongs, Lottie, Prongs!" James cried, "they're nicknames. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. The marauders!"

"God, what poor soul got stuck being called Wormtail by his own friends?"

"Peter, he's great! It's just...it resembles his patronus, it's a rat."

"Ohhh!"

The two stayed talking about the marauders for a while. James gave Lottie prank ideas and Charlotte laughed at his silly stories. Neither brought up Remus' lesson, both for different reasons.

James because he didn't want to upset her or ruin any bond they could have.

Charlotte because the thought of Remus Lupin made her want to launch a metal pole at the man.

For now, they were both happy.

A/N

Qotd: what's your favourite thing about the Harry Potter franchise?

Word count: 1322

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