When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
Hesper looked up suddenly as Sirius swooped into the chair next to her. Oddly enough she'd been in the midst of writing a letter to her great aunt about where she'd be for Christmas. Usually she stayed at Hogwarts over the winter break which suited both her and her great aunt perfectly well. It might be lonely if her friends all went home but it was better to be lonely at Hogwarts than lonely under the relentless scrutiny of her great aunt. This year, however, she was faced with a serious conundrum; if she stayed at school she'd miss out on Flora's Christmas party but if she went home she'd have to endure the rest of the festive season with Great Aunt Jessamine. There was also a possibility she wouldn't be allowed to go anyway but she wanted badly enough to attend that the risk almost seemed worth it.
Probably. She glanced down at the half-written letter in her lap and contemplated what a coincidence it was that he'd chosen now of all times to ask her that. Hesper turned the parchment over so the blank side was now facing upwards. She was going to have to rewrite it yet again.
Are you? She'd never known him to stay over Christmas and didn't expect this year would be any different but it would be polite to ask anyway.
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