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"𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅║𝐉. 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑"
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"𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅║𝐉. 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑"
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████████ 𝟣𝟢𝟢% 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾!
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Chapter 4: Platform 9 ¾
"I'm guessing by the term 'people like us' meaning purebloods, right?"
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The swoosh of the green flames could be heard echoing through the Rosier's Manor in France. From the fireplace, out came a distressed Stella whose dress' shoulder blades had marks of tears from Belle, who was been crying her eyes out when they read the letter.
Stella expected to be alone today with a couple of house-elves but she saw two sillhoutes on the dim living room and she already knew who they were.
Taking in a deep breathe, Stella walked through where her parents were and gathered up every courage she has to converse about their sudden change of decision.
Stella was nearing her mother's sight. Celine wore a tight black dress with matching heels while her father was wearing a well-pressed black suit.
And thank Merlin she decided to wear something rather than muggle clothing today.
She was debating on wearing a loose shirt with some matching shorts or a very well sophisticated red dress.
With her instinct, she chose the latter and it saved her shit tons of words from her parents.
As if Celine and Luke could sense their daughter's mere presence, they both turned around with suspicious smiles on their faces.
Stella was taken aback ofcourse. She either thought it was fake or something really good has been going on and it had to involve her in it.
"Mother. Father." she merely nodded at both of them which they returned.
"Take a seat." Celine motioned Stella, who was warily looking for something she didn't knew about.
What happened during her childhood made the almost 13-year-old girl set her defenses up and not bringing it down even by an inch.
The house-elves placed French cuisine infront of them and as they ate with light emotions, Luke decided it was the best time to say their opinion out loud.
"We thought it was the better time for you to attend Hogwarts this year." He said.
It's engrossingly weird how the mere voice of her father made Stella's blood boil to an alarming temperature.
She held the golden fork of her food tightly as Stella replied. "Let me guess, it's because I've learned respect, manners, and decency already?"
She could recall their argument from 2 years ago very clearly. No matter what she did, it was burdened to her mind like a tattoo.
Luke amusingly chuckled. After 3 years his daughter still had the same attitude.
"No, it's because it's best that around your age, you should be getting acquainted with people like us." Celine answered unfalteringly.
Stella had to resist the urge to scoff. "I'm guessing by the term 'people like us' meaning purebloods, right?"
"Indeed." Luke firmly nodded. "You also made your mother and I proud that you only befriended the Zabini girl. I guess you're starting to have taste on picking your friends."
Stella gripped the utensils even tighter and lowering her gaze to the glasses infront of her. She felt like a ticking bomb waiting for itself to explode in anger.
And her parents knew what they were doing to her and she knew her reaction brought them satisfaction. They were manipulating her again and she was falling right into it.
Before she could really do explode, she took another deep breath and excused herself from the dining hall and locking herself in her room.
They want to play this game? Then Stella sure as hell was more than willing to play.
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Stella eventually came home to their prestigious Manor in London, still yet to visit Belle Zabini in theirs.
Her head was too wrapped up on her parent's manipulation plan that she forgot that Collette also graduated from Hogwarts already.
"Colly!" Stella called out her sister and engulfed her in a hug. She didn't know if she had startled Collette but it was odd that she didn't hug Stella back. "I missed you."
"I— miss you too, El." Collette whispered.
Stella could be upset that Collette didn't respond to her letters for a year but she just longed for her sister so much that she decided to forgive and forget.
Collette swallowed in Stella's figure. She looks so beautiful, she thought.
And she was right. Stella Jadeite Rosier was blooming into a beautiful witch. Turning 13 this year, she had developed slight curves in her body, her dark-raven hair was dancing above her hips, her cheeks were naturally tinted pink and her smile that would charm thousands of boys.
To put it in short words, Stella was breath-taking.
"I'll be upstairs resting." Collette slowly walked up the stairs, making sure to smile at her sister once more before disappearing into the dim part of the hall.
Stella's heart ached for Collette. She wished she'd be more opened up about her feelings more, but then again. They were the Rosiers. They knew better than to show their emotions to anyone, and not even themselves.
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The whole summer went better than Stella had expected. She went to Belle's manor everyday, her father wasn't in their manor that much and Théo visited as often as he could.
And much to the Rosier siblings' dismay, Collette seemed more numb as the days go by.
"Colly?" knocked Stella at her sister's door with Théo right behind her. "Cols, breakfast is ready!"
Still no answer.
"Colly, come on. You haven't eaten that much since you arrived." said Stella in a soft voice.
Théo nudged Stella and set her aside, occupying her previous position "Collette Amethyst Rosier! If you don't open this door right now—"
With a great force, the door swung open and in revealed a sleep-deprived Collette.
"What's wrong, Cols?" asked Théo, and in response she glared at the two before lashing out.
"No. What's wrong with you!" she exclaimed pointing at the two of her siblings. "Can't you see I'm trying to rest? Or are you just as good as blind?"
Stella and Théo blinked at her sudden outburst. Collette was not one to have a bad temper, so this act of her was suspicious to the two.
"Colly, we're just trying to—"
"To what, Stella?" she asked raucously. "To be miss-goody-two-shoes infront of our parents?"
Stella almost winced by the thought of it. The last thing she'd do was to try and fit in a group that she wasn't needed to be in social with.
"Well, if that's what you want then go ahead. It's all that you've been trying to do these past few years anyway."
Collette's actions were out of line and lack of description. Stella tried to be understanding and give her benefit of the doubt but she had no right to accuse her of something that she has been struggling to get over with.
"If you're going to be a bitch, I'd rather you keep it to yourself, Collette."
Stella walked out of the scene with Théo being left on her other sister's front door.
"You were out of line, Collette. We know you're struggling with something and we're just trying to help. You had no right to say that to Stella. You didn't even know what she was going through."
And with that, the Rosier siblings fell distant with each other.
Stella didn't knew that this was how her last day would be before departing to Hogwarts tomorrow.
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Unlike 2 years ago in France where Théo was the only one who accompanied her to her departure, now all the members of her family were right by her side.
Celine bickering her on what to do and what not to do, Luke telling her that she needed to be sorted into Slytherin, Théo just telling her to enjoy and reconcile with her old friends, and lastly Collette who seemed to be like departing her sister off was the last thing she wanted to do right now.
On the Platform 9 ¾, people were already staring at the family. Partly, because they stood out because of their sumptuous clothing, but mostly because it was rare to see the Rosier family complete in one occasion.
Stella and Théo tuned out their bickering mother to talk about Hogsmead.
"—then there's this shop called Zonko's, that's where I mostly got dung-bombs that I used on Filch on 6th year." he laughed reminiscing his memories at Hogwarts.
Suddenly, he pulled out a black sack of bag and shoved it to Stella, who curiously opened it and saw a lot of Galleons.
Yes, Galleons. Not Knuts, not Sickles, but Galleons.
"Where'd you get this shit ton of Galleons?" whispered Stella excitedly.
"Paycheck at the Ministry." he boasted. "Oh and don't feel bad about me, el." he ruffled her hair once more before whispering "That's not even a quarter of it."
Stella grinned so widely that her cheeks went numb. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Théo." she squealed quietly before shoving it into her white leather bag.
The Hogwarts Express gave a last steamy hoot that covered the glass ceiling a white mist, signifying the last call for the students to jump in the train already.
"You'd be most likely to be sorted into Slytherin, Stella." said Luke.
For a second, she forgot that her parents were there.
"You'll be spending more time with Lucius once you're sorted in there." peeped up Celine.
Stella just scrunched her nose in disgust and proceeded to push her trunk inside the train.
Her parents gave a mumble words of 'goodbyes', Collette gave her a weak smile and a small wave, while Théo mouthed her 'Write to me'.
Hell, she was certainly going to miss her brother.
The compartments in the middle trailer was packed with students already. The last part of the train too were also packed with late students, and that left Stella's logic with the first trailer.
And she was right. The very first compartment in the very first trailer had no students in it.
Stella happily placed her white leather bag down and carefully putting down the cage of her snow owl, Yula.
Looking out the fields of Scotland, she couldn't help but miss the valleys and the southern mountain of France. She missed the agonizing ballet lessons, she missed messing with Veelas, but most of all, she missed Belle.
Huffing, Stella casted a wand-less and a non-verbal butterfly conjuring spell, which was 'Papilio'.
Stella and Belle mastered that skill in their 1st year, getting jealous looks from the other students.
She repeatedly conjured blue shimmering butterflies over and over again until it filled the entire compartment.
She wondered if Belle was doing the same thing.
It was what they did when they were far away from each other after all.
Yula didn't mind the hundreds of the kaleidoscope of small blue butterflies fluttering around the compartment.
It made every trunk of Stella glisten and the atmosphere inside contain sparkles in them. Stella was sure her lungs were filled in glitters right now, due to the trails that butterflies left.
Too busy in her own world of butterflies, Stella bumped her head on the top shelf of the compartment with a thump as she was startled when someone knocked.
She was about to conjure the butterflies away, but the person already opened the compartment door and they were hit in the face with hundreds of blue butterflies.
"Oh, sorry." Stella pursed her lips to refrain from laughing.
Once the kalaiedoscope of butterflies were gone, it left 2 boys that were now covered in butterfly shimmer.
"Can we sit here? We couldn't find our friends and—"
"Sure." Stella answered, not needing furthermore explanation from the boys.
They both sat infront of her while she just played with Yula beside her. The two boys were sharing a look, glancing over to her and each other every millisecond.
The girl infront of them was covered in small specks of glitter around her body that when the sun shone on her through the window, she was iridescently mirroring irises everywhere.
The boy with a scar scratched his head before clearing his throat, catching the girl's attention. "So, butterfly conjuring spell?"
Stella perked up an eyebrow at him and nodded. "I apologize if it startled you two." she smiled and it charmingly made them swoon of their feet.
"Oh it didn't." the one boy who was thin and had a dirty blonde hair spoke. "It even made us look more fashionable now." he said looking over to his jumper that was sparkling under the sunbeams.
Stella chuckled and grabbed her wand to clean up every single glitter trail the the butterflies left.
"There." She stated.
The thin boy was astonished on her magical capabilities while the other boy was fascinated.
The two boys were looking at each other debating through their eyes on who introduces their names first.
Reluctantly, the two boys sighed and brought out their hands for Stella to shake at the same time.
"I'm Peter."
"I'm Remus."
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❝ 𝖨'𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾
𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍. ❞
-𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌,
𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝗖𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼
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Hellooo :)
All I gotta say is...
*wink, wink* (like James)
See you next chapter <3
—B. M.