When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
And how would you ruin my whole Christmas with a single prank? she asked incredulously.
Hesper couldn't imagine a Christmas worse than those spent with her great aunt which were more like bleak rembrance services for the joyful Christmases of her early childhood. She couldn't really remember much of Christmas when her parents had been alive but she remembered her first Christmas with her great aunt and naively anticipating it with great excitement, only to have her hopes crushed monumentally. She'd received a rare book of Gamp's Laws of Elemental Transfiguration that had come from her great aunt's library which she was instructed to immediately put back on the shelf and never forget that she owed it to her ancester to be a credit to the family name and what sort of churlish ingrate would he think she was if instead of saying 'thank you' for her gift she sobbing and very much in danger of reducing it to little more than a pile of soggy pulp? She'd been six years old at the time and far too new to reading by herself to have managed such a tome and shortly after she'd been sent to her room without supper to think about how poorly she had behaved.
Any change Sirius could make to a Christmas with Great Aunt Jessamine could only be an improvement, even if she was blamed and thusly punished for it. The thought of Sirius in some way triumphing over Great Aunt Jessamine in some sneaky, very Sirius sort of way made her feel oddly elated for a few moments, almost giddy in fact. She probably shouldn't be so gleeful at the thought of her great aunt in distress of some sort, the woman could've sent her to an orphanage just like... But she was and she couldn't help it.
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