#favorite nsca quotes
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my favorite quotes from give me silence
ch. 1:
Let her rephrase, a very pretty Muggle girl named Eloise Mary Howard.
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It should be noted that Lydia was mentally compiling her will.
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Arthur Weasley was running towards her, dressed in some combination of a pantsuit and clown costume.
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Immediately, they covered the pranking product they’d been working on with a quilt, this catching it on fire.
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The twins snapped their gazes to each other, then jumped up and grasped hands. They jumped, the wooden floor thudding beneath them.
By the time they had finished cheering and jumping, Mrs. Weasley had hollered at them twice, Percy yelled four times, and Lydia was blushing.
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Fred set his chin in his hand. “Tell us everything .”
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“Ginny! You don’t knock on strangers’ doors!”
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(Yes, Colin did get a photo of Neville licking a napkin, stress written on his face. It was hilarious.)
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“You’re the oldest of us, which means you’re the responsible ones.”
The twins looked horrified at the idea, and Lydia laughed herself silly.
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Even though it was so cute and honestly, the fur would be cheaper to knit than yarn was - that is to say, on the way back home Chio had already shed enough for them each to have a handful of fur.
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Neville had glitter on his eyebrows, and he was attempting to blink it away from his eyes, face contorting in funny ways. Chio’s fur was doused in blue and purple glitter. Lydia herself had glitter in a smattering of multicolored freckles across her nose and cheeks.
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ch. 2:
“If you need me to pick the liquor cabinet’s lock I know how.”
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Mrs. Weasley sighed. “Did they break a window?”
“Uh...We fixed it?”
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Where Lydia came from, albeit not a traditional family, you learned knife tricks and pressure points to incapacitate someone.
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“I know. We just never see eye to eye.”
“No one can meet your eye, you’re too tall.”
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“Have good, British dreams, Lydia.”
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But we’re not...not that.”
“Of course not, she’s only thirteen. But dear, perhaps you should acknowledge that you fancy her. Merlin knows we all noticed.”
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It was, quite frankly, concerning. Was this a heart attack?
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Fred was chuckling, the prat. “Just glad to see you, his brain cells have given up. Wait a minute.”
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Was she seriously apologizing for a hug? What?
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“Merlin, I miss you. It was so boring with all the boys. I think I lost some estrogen.”
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“Lydia, love, you look like a pixie.”
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ch.3:
She had wanted to stay behind and ask a few questions, maybe pull out her pocket knife, the usual sort of thing, when she noticed Neville struggle to stand, shaking like a fucking tree branch during a tornado.
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“Neville, I would make God bleed for you.”
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Were they twice her size? Yes. Would she still rip them a new one? Absolutely.
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What right did a little kid with blood in her teeth and something called an ele-friend have to her heart?
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Madam Pomfrey was smiling at her. Lydia didn’t like it.
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Sighing, Madam Pomfrey faced Lydia again. “As you were deflecting?”
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It was a nice painting, surprisingly well done. Lydia’s face was in the foreground, getting smacked in the face by Natalie’s wand, while the girl herself was cheering in the background. The blood on her face was surprisingly realistic. Up in the top left corner, Natalie’s attackers were out cold, various painted injuries littering their bodies.
Lydia felt strangely warm.
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Lydia beamed. “It’s more like insane. To be stupid you have to have brains. Luckily, I left mine in the dorm today.”
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“You called her Minnie.”
Lydia quickly realized her mistake.
“N-No, I didn’t!”
“You did,” they sang, “You called her Minnie! We’re rubbing off on you!”
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Poppy smiled and thus began their weekly gossip. She did so love this child. If only she could tell her.
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ch. 4:
As with every other Halloween, really the day must be cursed, things go to shit.
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That does beg the question, why are magical people so determined to risk their lives? Is it a universal thing?
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Was it petty? Absolutely. Had she gotten caught yet? Of course not, who did you take her for, Parkinson?
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Harry shrieked like a mandrake, and Lydia quickly sent a spell to silence him.
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“You. You’re a girl.”
She raised her eyebrow at the log-turned-Sirius-Black. “And you’re not a dog anymore. I’m glad we’ve established that.”
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He paled a little at her smile, and stepped backwards. “I’ll uh, I got nothing. Oh, look, Sirius! Let’s shift focus to him.”
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Something seemed to click. “So you’re the kid that sent me a letter with threats.”
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“First of all, you’re terribly hard to kill, Harry,” Lydia sighed, shifting to sit more directly in front of the fire, “Secondly, think about this. There’s a couple hundred more students than normal, and everyone thinks the kids underage are safe, because why would Dumbledore’s magic ever be faulty? There’s a fourteen year old kid, he looks pretty defenseless, especially now that he’s been lulled into a false sense of security. He probably thinks he’s safe, with the age spell and loads more people that could protect him if Voldemort gets inside Hogwarts again. This would be the perfect time to strike - lots of people to blame, a tournament that could be found at fault, and an old man’s magic coincidentally not working. I’m just saying, if someone’s been after you for awhile and hasn’t succeeded...now’s the time.”
Sirius chuckled nervously. “You’re not a Slytherin are you?”
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“Are they being mean again?”
“Who’s they? I don’t know anyone named They. What a weird name, They-”
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Aria sighed and flopped onto a space between the bridge’s arch where there was a bench. Colin grabbed her elbow so she didn’t do something stupid like fall through. That had to be a safety hazard, right? Was there no safety inspector for Hogwarts?
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It seems like Ginny was going to get to try out that new boils curse she’d just learnt after all.
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It was very hard being a Triwizard contestant. Well, that was kind of a lie, and Cedric didn’t lie. Unless it was to tell his dad he was excited for a Ministry job, that is.
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There were downsides to being a Triwizard Champion too, of course.
-There’s barely any time for friends.
-No alone time.
-Mum cries whenever she sees you, you’re not sure if she’s proud or scared.
-There’s potential for trauma, but hey, it’s writing material.
-You could die or be seriously injured. You’re trying not to think about that.
-The other Hogwarts champion was entered without their own free will and now might be getting bullied and you feel overwhelmed with the guilt.
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“Cut ‘im some slack, Lyn. He’s got so much to worry about. His adoring fans, for example.”
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She slugged his arm. “Don’t get smart with me, your job is to be pretty. It’s Lydia’s job to be smart.”
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George nodded at the three Hufflepuffs. “Pretty Boy, Pretty Boy’s friends.”
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“I stand by what I said, purple glitter jazzes up my comforter.”
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“Lydia, how are we gonna get down six floors?”
Lydia snorted. “Prayer, Colin. I’m personally praying to Yoshi.”
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“You know you need the sleep, young lady. Now, fret until ten o’clock.”
As Madam Pomfrey left, covering the snoozing Colin with a blanket, she heard a mutter. “I don’t fret.”
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ch. 5:
Heidi glared, picking up her cup full of ice cubes and popping one into her mouth with a loud crunch.
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“Might as well break the rules for a good cause, right?”
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Ginny gasped. “Oh no, am I gay? I feel gay.”
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George is running away from the Durmstrang students, and I should go save him before he gets mauled. I told him not to charm their hair and skin orange, but he didn’t listen.
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Oh, is that Hermione sounding disappointed? Surprising.
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Glancing to where Alicia and Katie had been flirting all afternoon, she winked.
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“I set the books to become inanimate again when he apologized to Hermione.” “He, ah, refused to until blood started dripping into his socks.”
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“he won’t let me go with Priscilla.”
Ginny leaned across the table. “You mean Lee’s tarantula?”
Lee nodded. “Match made in heaven, I say. But you know how it is, star crossed lovers and all.”
Ginny blinked very slowly for a moment and then left for the Ravenclaw table, shaking her head.
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“Our little snake.”
“Already sneaking around the rules at such a young age.”
“I’m fifteen! ”
“Our little-”
“-tiny baby rebel. My, how they grow up.”
“Just yesterday you were learning manipulation. And now, you’re sneaking into a dance.”
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Finally, George said, “What’s the solution? I’m begging you Lydia, help me.”
She stared him in the face and said, “Aren’t beggars usually on their knees?”
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“New plan, because you’re as graceful as Hagrid’s skrewts.”
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“This is your karma for that idiotic stunt with the dragon.”
“Are you ever letting that go?”
“I will when you stop flirting with Death.”
“I don’t flirt, I tease. There’s a difference.”
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“Hey Freddie, do you think your mum would be upset if I told her I want to drop out?”
“Do you?”
“Kind of. We could get a head start on that joke shop of yours.”
“With what money?”
She shrugged, finally tearing her gaze back to his. “I guess how all poor people get money - struggling. It's just...I want to be with you and George, where nobody else matters.”
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ch. 6:
She hoped Luna liked the earrings made from orange skins, it seemed her style and had made Lydia’s fingers sting when juice seeped into a few paper cuts.
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Ginny barely gave her finger guns before she was sprinting.
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“Is that allowed?”
“Probably not,” Colin admitted, then shrugged. “But since when do we adhere to those silly things?”
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“Hi, you’re that scary snow white girl Colin’s always talking about, right?”
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“Ready to piss off some purebloods?”
Ginny grinned like she had just hexed someone. “Oh Lydia. I was born to piss of purebloods.”
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The night hasn’t gone devastatingly wrong as of yet, and Lydia supposes that’s all she could expect without sacrificing her soul or something.
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Lydia briefly wonders if she’s just doomed Hogwarts to a fate of destruction. She figures it will be fine. Probably. Maybe.
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A loud bell rings over the music, startling the band so badly a tambourine gets thrown and hits Professor Snape in his hooked nose.
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Lydia cuffed his shoulder. “I know damn well your mum didn’t raise you to ignore a beautiful girl, Ron Weasley!”
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They were all rushed to bed as soon as they got back to the Burrow, the car having malfunctioned and it already being near dawn by time Mr. Weasley learned they were accidentally in the Netherlands rather than England. (How that happened Lydia didn’t know. She’d fallen asleep against George’s shoulder after the fifth hour driving.)
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She pauses in her unwrapping a little, and she mentally screams.
Look, she’s paranoid and mind reading is possible.
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‘No way!’
‘Shut up.’
‘How come you fancy him and not me?’
‘Shut up!’
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She began to mentally sing. ‘LA LA LA LA.’
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ch. 7:
George had the big mouth, and often didn’t bother listening. It was as if he had one functioning ear, and he simply didn’t bother to use it.
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The things he’d seen...it made him want to set something in fire, or smash something. Neither were an option though, as his mum really liked their curtains and dishes, so he stewed in the feeling.
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This is how she should be - chasing him with giggles and hexes falling from her lips.
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“ Ced got high and went swimming with his egg so the task is probably something to do with water. “
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Sirius, honestly, is not having a good day. Or a good thirteen years, really. The things he looks forward to are rats, pets from nice villagers, and seeing his godson.
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Ron snorted. “You reckon they think we’re all going in the cave to snog - OW, Hermione!”
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“Your idiot godson - sorry, totally intelligent and not at all stupid godson -
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Harry is pouting, and it’s the cutest goddamn thing Sirius has ever seen.
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As Lydia runs to catch up with the other three, Sirius can hear Hermione demanding what the letter said, and Lydia saying, “If I told you I’d have to kill you. May I tell you?”
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ch. 8:
She didn’t regret it, a little suspicion of authority figures was healthy.
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“I’m surprised you weren’t born on a broomstick.”
George sighed with faux disapproval. “I wish I’d been.”
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“No, you’re pretty...uh, good. You’re pretty good. You don’t have any...toothpaste.”
She laughed again, and George prayed for a sinkhole.
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He fancied Lydia, and he was totally screwed.
Lydia was by his side every day of the year, basically.
She spent summers at the Burrow, save for those in the States, and they went to school together!
Oh Merlin. If his siblings (read: Ginny) found out they’d be insufferable! No. She couldn’t find out.
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Katie grabbed her arm and pulled Lydia to her own chest, telling Alicia, “Love, time for Bear Protocol.”
Alicia, apparently doing what Bear Protocol meant, kicked Lee. “Bear Protocol. Now.”
Immediately, the debate cut off, and the twins slid close together, blocking anyone seeing Lydia from behind them. Lee did the same from her right side, and the three Chaser girls did so on her left.
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“Why aren’t you in class - oh goodness, what’s this?” Professor McGonagall, for her part, looked about as alarmed as one could make her.
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Professor Flitwick simply levitated her and told Professor McGonagall, “Alert her professors she won’t be in lessons today, won’t you? I’m sure Poppy will want to keep her for quite a while.
Professor McGonagall sighed slightly but nodded, mumbling something that said an awful lot like, “Attached much?”
ch. 9:
Fred is pretty sure the detention was just for appearances sake, because when they got to Professor Flitwick’s classroom he had pretended to be disappointed, but when Lydia smiled at him he had smiled back.
They had practiced charms Fred is pretty sure weren’t supposed to be taught unless paid extra Galleons for, and he gave them all snacks.
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“Madam Pomfrey is currently with someone else. She’ll be available tomorrow, or when she finds time.”
George obviously was strung out, because he snapped, “Get Pomfrey!”
“Madam-”
“Pomfrey will make an exception, Lydia isn’t a normal patient.”
“I really doubt-”
Ginny sneered. “Doubt a little less, or you’re getting boils in places cream can’t reach!”
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“ Mam .” She cried out, and Madam Pomfrey pulled Lydia forward so the girl could grab onto the woman.
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And if later on Professor Flitwick found and joined them? Well, no one needed to know.
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my favorite quotes from under the radar:
ch1:
Louie looked impressed and annoyed about it.
God, Lydia hated people her age.
She had been near screaming by the time she was sorted, her ears felt like they were bleeding and she had told an unnaturally blond boy to ‘shut your mouth before I force you to eat the sorting hat’ to which he had told her she should be scared of his father.
ch2:
Hermione's nose would look much better broken.
ch3:
Despite their alliance, Lydia still had to resist the urge to punch Hermione at least twice a day. She was working on it.
“Oh yes,” snarked Neville, “a duel would have been so boring .”
“Since when are you sarcastic?”
“Almost dying does that to a person.”
She wasn’t nervous, nor was she trying to make a million plans for possible disasters. She just felt like a kid.
She quite liked the feeling.
ch4:
So, Lydia had just asked Professor McGonagall questions about her “growing body”, which the woman had answered efficiently.
She scoffed and, before they could stop her, drew a smiley face on Fred’s cheek.
“Is stoner a code name for Sprout’s stash?”
Lydia frowned. “Stash? Of what?”
“Sprout's addiction to acid pops!”
ch5:
“Good, I was a bit frightened by the idea of Professor McGonagall sitting criss-cross-applesauce on a pillow.”
ch6:
“I beg you not to test this hypothesis, Lydia.”
“Who would I tell, Sir? You’re my best friend.”-to flit
She really hoped nothing exciting happened for the rest of today because the excess amount of adrenaline would surely kill her.
ch7:
“It’s all just so peculiar. What could possibly be under the trapdoor? Lydia? Lydia, where are you going?”
ch8:
She gave the cat, who was halfway up Filch’s torso, a small wave and left for the library, unaware she was the first student in what felt like centuries to Filch to be kind.
His eyes widened. “Oh Merlin, they’re going to corrupt you!” A pause. “Oh no, they’re going to corrupt my trivia night!”
Dean Thomas raised his hand. “Trivia question over here - Who’s the only one that can threaten the twins and not be pranked on the spot?”
Fay Dunbar cheered, “Lydia McBrien!”
“Correctomundo! Ten points to Fay.”
ch9:
“Two lonelys make a...not...lonely. Right?”
“Do that ever again I’m slapping you both.”
“You wouldn’t slap us!”
Without so much as a blink, Lydia took both hands and slapped each of them on a cheek. “Won’t I?”
“So why did you kidnap me? And bring me...where are we exactly?”
“We did not-!”
“-and as I’ve already said, George, you absolutely cannot impale Marcus Flint! You’d totally get like, a penalty for that.”
ch10:
Ron was very upset. First he had to help with Hagrid’s stupid dragon - okay that was all that had been really awful lately, but it should count for like, three Awful Points™️.
She only gave a brief knock before opening the door and bypassing a shocked Lee, to grab Fred by his shirt collar and lead him down the stairs, explaining what she knew.
“I’ll make sure Lee keeps his pants on.”
“He had them on before right?”
“...”
Lydia groaned. “ Please tell him I’m sorry.”
“Lydia had punched Draco Malfoy so hard his nose had broken upon impact. The twins were very proud.
At the very bottom of her essay Lydia had written: If Malfoy should insult me again I should punch his teeth out so he can’t snitch.
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the way i fangirl over my own fic i-
(literally copied and pasted from the notes section on the recent chapter)
-that thing about Natalie is totally foreshadowing, guess why ;)
-i stan Flitwick so much & im the one writing him
-Lydia doesn’t see the excitement of the tournament and neither do i tbh? is it the wizard equivalent of AFV? because i feel like it is.
-are you crying at what Lydia wrote about Cedric in her letter? because i sure am. speaking of Cedric, OW MY HEART.
-when she calls Pomfrey Mam? yeah i fucking cried. that has been building so long and it only took four goddamn years (or a few months irl) also, that “Pomfrey will make an exception” part? YES. POMFREY LOVES LYDIA AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT.
-god, the part where pomfrey & lydia are cuddling, and so are the twins, neville, luna & ginny gets me. and then flitwick joins them?? one big family. i cry.
-remember the scene with harry. it’s important ;)
-flitwick making sandwiches and veggie bags for his students? we STAN.
-hehe Lydia and Argrig are planning.
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my favorite quotes from the rebranding
ch. 1: “Nicolas,” she sighed. “Sleep is harder when you grow up.”
“So? Try.” Then he left, and she was forced to nap.
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Lydia’s father sighed. “Stop scaring away the trainees.”
“You take softies now?”
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Lydia had to take a very deep breath to handle this. “Where did you get a pigeon? Pigeons don’t just... chill in goddamn Blue Stone.”
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“People like us don’t change. You can't change your destiny, your DNA. You’re like me, and always will be.”
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“Why are you full of rage?”
“Tragedy,” she spits.
“What is the tragedy?”
She spins around and leaves, hearing her father laugh.
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By the time you get this, I’ll be back in Ireland, and possibly at HQ for the Order of KFC. (Does Britain have KFC? If not y’all are missing out.)
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They restrained themselves, for once.
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“Woah, are we-” “-interrupting our little sister’s gay awakening?”
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Hermione’s offended look would fuel Lydia's patronus, if she had one.
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“So, about you and my godson.”
“Oh for fuck - we’re not dating!”
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“My grandmother screams way louder than that idiotic mushroom shit you’ve got for a mother.”
ch. 2: Hermione was even in a heated debate with the cashier, who looked like she’d never wanted a job less.
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Above them, hanging from the rafters, Ginny swung like a monkey.
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Lydia shot up in excitement.
“I know that particular yell!”
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“A girl can only go so long before she stabs a clingy old man.”
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Ginny, who had stood nearby, knelt beside Lydia and moved her hands enough to wipe the tears that had found their way to Lydia’s chin.
“It’s alright, you did good.”
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“It’s my opinion that every adult needs a good dressing down by a kid every so often. Keeps ‘em humble, you know?”
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“Lydia. Just because someone is kind to you, it doesn’t give them the right to discredit you and your feelings. Your pain is valid, and real.”
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Mrs. Weasley didn’t enjoy the conga line that Lydia, Ginny, Ron, Nicky, Sirius, and the twins formed for Harry - or maybe it was the chanting. Either way, she didn’t enjoy it as much as Harry did.
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ch. 3:
But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t pick up more shifts than essential, just so she didn’t have to process her feelings.
Because she had a lot of feelings she’d rather repress.
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Trevor was on Neville’s head.
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Neville was whispering to a cactus as if it were a puppy, Luna was painting polka dots on Ginny’s face, Ginny was talking about Dean Thomas
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“I had a knife phase.”
“No, that’s still going on.”
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“OH! POTTER NEARLY GOT HER, BUT A BIT OF NAUGHTY SWEARING GOT THE BETTER OF HIM! SHAME, HARRY. LYDIA’S QUICK BOMBARDA, THAT’S AN EXPLODING SPELL BY THE WAY, NEARLY GETS POTTER, BUT IT SEEMS...OH WOW, HAS HE DROPPED HIS WAND?! NO, NO THAT’S MCBRIEN, TURNING IT INTO...WELL NOW FOLKS, I’M NOT SURE WHAT JUST HAPPENED.”
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Lee yelled again, “IS THAT...IS THAT A WIN FOR LYDIA? I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS. FRED, GEORGE? ANGIE?”
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ch. 4:
“That’s your potting face. Is it time for Georgie and I to bow down and pledge service to our soon to be overlord?”
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“When I declare supreme rule over the world you two will be at my side. We’ll even get a three seater throne.”
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“You’re the only ones that can ever talk me out of things. So, if you asked me not to, I would actually listen.”
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“Humans are sappy.”
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Luna said, sounding absurdly happy for her situation, “But then a scary girl punched me!”
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Luna came from behind and slapped Rhiannon. “Hush now, you’re acting silly.”
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“you humans are so fragile.”
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“....Demons?” Ardrig asked, then shook his head. “Nevermind, I want plausible deniability.”
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“Ah! You’re doing it at Christmas, then? that won’t be traumatizing at all.”
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“Eh!” Lydia made a sound like a buzzer.
---At that Ardrig laughed so hard his face turned blue, and he said, “I don’t despise you, Miss McBrien.”
That was as close to an ‘I love you’ as Lydia thought she’d ever get.
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“You’re not a bad person for not being miserable.”
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Shut up, I’m not making a move on your brother!”
“Which one?”
Lydia startled so badly at Ginny’s voice she accidentally threw her sandwich.
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“Now come on, I came to get you because Harry’s trying to do a backflip off the Astronomy Tower and Colin’s filming it.”
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Let it be known that Lydia knew she shouldn’t take the bait. She should finish the joke, and laugh it off. Lydia knew this. And yet...
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“I’ll...I’ll go there right now, Lydia. I’ll apparate there, and I’ll punch her. I’ll lock her away, like she did to you.”
“No you won’t.”
“I would, if you asked.”
“But I didn’t.”
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Cue explosions of root beer-mento-concoction all across the Great Hall.
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Umbridge is screaming, Dumbledore is laughing, Pansy Parkinson is sobbing into Draco Malfoy’s robes.
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“But how do you know Harry’s a good kisser?! He could just be awful!”
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Lydia only wished Ginny were here, because she quite enjoying the stupidity of boys.
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Oh, poor Harry. Poor oblivious, socially awkward, human disaster, Harry.
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“Wait a minute!” Harry suddenly exclaimed, “Have you been writing to my godfather? Are you penpals?!”
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Hermione and Professor McGonagall are giving her pity looks, and goddammit where is her knife?!
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Lydia is slightly confused why Sirius is here, but she quickly remembers he isn’t dead yet.
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“Christmas trees are not my forte, but you know what is? Firewhiskey and Led Zeppelin! G’night!”
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“Get rid of your dignity, and we won’t embarrass you so often, Mate.”
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“Stop psychoanalyzing me.”
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“Fine, but Mum adopted her before she even got to the Burrow.”
“Mum adopts everyone!”
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ch. 5:
“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?”
Neville stared blankly at her.
“She’s alright. I mean, she’s rather plain. Your hair is shinier than hers.”
“But still, her eyes are very pretty. I like brown eyes.”
“Really? I think yours are better. Who likes brown eyes?”
Frowning at him, she said, “Baby, you’ve got brown eyes. So’ve like, half of our friends.”
“Okay, but you’re still prettier. What was that about, anyway? Are you actually going?”
“Why not? It won’t hurt, and she seems rather nice.”
“Desperate, more like.”
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“They shrieked in my face, they spit on me!”
“They were excited!”
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Before Lydia could decide if she should be offended or not, Ciara reached for her chin and kissed her.
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Ardrig blinked.
“You are saying you often take shirtless boys out of their dorms?”
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Fred grinned at her through the pain.
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ch. 6:
“Why is Kenneth Towler watching me sleep?”
From the floor, Kenneth sputtered something unintelligible out.
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Like a coward, Lydia ran and hid behind Fred and George until Professor Sprout announced they would be leaving.
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Though normally not one to, Lee snarled at her.
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There was a moment of silence, then Lee yelled, “I’m going to kill that girl, she had no right - give me your knife. I know you brought one, give me it. I haven’t got a wand.”
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Angelina grabbed onto Lee’s chest from behind, grunting out, “Lee Angelio Jordan! You will not kill on Lydia’s behalf! It is rude! ”
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(Luna isn’t about color shaming, to be clear. It’s just an alarming color, is all.)
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For the first time in her life, Lydia disregards Luna’s warning.
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ch. 7:
“Little what , Professor? Finish your sentences, it’s improper to leave them hanging.”
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“And what will that do, dearie? Your mum and dad aren’t here.”
“Yes, they are. In fact, my dad’s in that classroom. Now drop her hand!”
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“I’m gonna be okay.”
“Yes, you are. You’re going to be okay because I’ve got you.”
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Ignoring it because she's a Gryffindor dammit, she kicks twice on the door.
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Lydia was reminded, once again, that Madam Pomfrey and Professor Flitwick gossip about her.
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“I give off Hermione Granger vibes?!”
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Trevor was croaking quietly from his spot on Neville’s stomach, unaware Crookshanks was about to snatch him. Stoner was trying valiantly to prevent it, sitting on top of Crookshanks.
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ch. 8:
“Actually, we could add the valerian sprigs to her omelette. The elves like to spit in it, the more willful ones, that is. It wouldn’t be hard to get Rosy or Penny to slip a few handfuls in.”
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Grinning, Fred whispered, “Ooh, your crush is sleeping in your lap! How romantic! ”
Lee joined, “What next, a walk during sunset?”
“Or roses?”
“Perhaps a picnic!”
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Love was…
Love was her spot between the twins, warm not from her jumper, but from their arms around her.
Love was Luna painting her arms blue, purple, and pink.
Love was Ginny wrestling her in the sunny apple orchard of the Burrow, getting tired and just sunbathing.
Love was Harry falling asleep in her lap, her hand in his curls, completely at peace.
Love was Mr. Weasley kissing the top of her head, telling her she was his, too.
Love was good, and warm, and kind.
Love wasn’t Ciara.
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“Miss McBrien! What is the meaning of this?!”
Raising a bloody eyebrow because, what does she think?, Lydia gestured around her.
“Won a fight.”
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Professor Flitwick looks impressed and upset about it.
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ch. 9:
Tipping an imaginary hat, George added, “Thanks for the offer though.”
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“You don’t have organs,” She reminded him casually
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What was the protocol for being taken to a Prefect bathroom by a girl you barely knew when you were covered in syrup?
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Cats followed her around all day, hissing and scratching at any part of her they could get. Umbridge was in tears the entire day, asking the kittens why they hated her. Even Mrs. Norris was doing it, something that broke Flich’s heart.
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ch. 10:
“Okay. Good luck dismantling our government.”
“I’m not - whatever, thanks.”
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“Now stop kicking me and act like you don’t share a single brain cell with Ron!”
“Oi!” Ron yelled, but they ignored him.
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“Your favorite dungeon! The gloomiest of the roomiest. The-”
“That’s enough,” Lydia rolled her eyes, not that he could see since she was on Harry’s stomach still. “Convince him to stay here so I can get up. He’s too bony to be comfortable.”
“...Are you sitting on my godson?”
Harry turned the mirror, and Lydia waved.
“Hello! I’m glad you’ve not been tortured.”
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She hadn’t even turned her head to look at him when he spoke, which probably should have been telling of her anger at the situation.
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Ginny asked, “Lydia? What’s with that look?”
Angelina grinned.
“That’s called retribution, love. And I think Lydia’s got plenty of it to dole out.”
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“Harry,” she says, sitting next to him on the floor, “I have a proposition.”
He looks up at her.
“And I’ve got a Charms essay.”
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A sigh.
“Just one death?”
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She stands up, and has to stop herself from laughing when the porridge drops to the ground with an audible splat!
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She was laying it on thick, and Lydia knew it. But Umbridge was lapping it up like a thirsty cat faced with a dish of milk.
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“Y’all,” Lydia gasped, "I’m socially awk’ard.”
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“Severus, thank you for your help. I’m sure you have better things to do than argue with a child.”
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“Besides, you have to be healthy. Maeve and I need good models of behavior!” Natalie pipes up from Colin’s lap, looking too happy about that.
Maeve, on the floor reading, nods and the two girls high five.
“What the hell!” Lydia yells, flopping against Neville’s side with a pained grunt, “I can’t be a mother, I’m sixteen!”
Neville pats her head.
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favorite quotes from nbtlitc
*If this doesn’t convince you nsca is worth a read, nothing will lmao.*
ch. 1:
While they ate dinner, Lydia’s grandfather had watched what he called ‘The Game’ - Lydia later told her it was just a bunch of idiots chasing each other around a field to get a squishy ball.
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You could only eat so much crappy hotel popcorn until you got bored out of your mind, especially if you were a thirteen year old.
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“I'll even carry that knife Dad got me for my tenth birthday. With the serrated edges!”
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She grinned at him, then whispered, “Hi, heard you blew your aunt up.”
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“Mom, he also saved Ginny from a basilisk last year and took down a murderous maniac as a baby. Oh, and then again in first year, when wizard Hitler was attached to our defense professor's skull underneath a turban.” Turning to Harry, “Better?”
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letter from Percy: I feel like, due to my Prefect status, I should tell you off for that. But, I can't. Don't ever tell Fred and George, but I laughed outright!
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letter from Percy: I am trusting you greatly with this knowledge Lydia - I beg, don't tell anyone, especially the twins!
ch. 2:
(It was easy to ignore Hermione’s startled gasp and her hissed, “You have a knife?! ” Lydia was very talented in ignoring people, she just often found it more fun to react. Usually with a fist.)
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“You are thirteen years old, so stop studying and do something childish!”
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It ran, the little shit.
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Lydia was a Gryffindor, damn it, so she followed.
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The dirt and what looked to be wood chips kept sticking to her bare knees, and she cursed whomever invented the uniform skirt.
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That is, it looked like it might have been trendy if it were twenty years earlier.
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ch. 3:
“Er, that hag is my grandmother.”
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Neville, who never had anything mean to say about anything, had such venom in his voice she flinched.
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“And we like you because you’re nice and funny and brilliant and just a little scary.”
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“I know they say you Brits have no taste, but I was hoping to be proved wrong.”
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“It tastes like the liquid left in my cat’s tuna dish.”
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“Chocolate? Or do you dislike all good things?”
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Just peachy. She totally wasn’t looking over her shoulder more than normal. Paranoia was normal, dammit!
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ch. 4:
She couldn’t use the term around any of her friends though, because the only time she had, George thought she had been cursed with some kind of Dark Magic.
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“My legs are little cowards.”
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Perhaps it was because Lydia was being carried like firewood, or maybe it was because her shoe had fallen off on the fourth floor and none of the three had noticed.
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“Maurice is a dick.”
“Who’s Maurice?”
“A dick.”
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“Ginny Weasley! You’re going to sleep with us!”
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“LET’S TRANSFIGURE HIS BITS!” “Merlin, Ginny, no!”
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“Nah?! You can’t say nah!” “...Nah.”
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He had wondered if he ever would feel it, but then immediately decided, after seeing two girls sobbing over their exes, if he never did it wouldn’t matter.
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“Fuck them and their grandmother’s.”
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“How many elves have you got looking after you?”
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Neville Longbottom, “late bloomer”, had his first crush.
Oh no.
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ch. 5:
Yes, Lydia did know her professor was a werewolf. She also didn’t give a shit, because she could easily kill someone with the people opener knife she carried around, and no one cared about that.
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Besides, she was dangerous all month long, Professor Lupin only was one day(ish) of it.
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Did that say something about her, that she’d rather face a murderer than a hospital?
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ch. 6:
“The twins’ve picked up ducklings, and as their sisters and brothers in Quidditch we’ll take care of them.”
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The Multiplying McBrien Stunt of 1993.
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He (Colin) didn’t ever want to stop believing.
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“Fucked anyone’s gran’s?” “No, I haven’t needed to.”
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Sure, he ran a business that killed and tortured people, and should probably feel some remorse for that; He didn’t.
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And children were such good little con artists.
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ch. 7:
“My name bes Lilsey, and I’s feeding idiot student.”
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Now Lydia was many things, including a fan of reality television. In a magic school, television didn’t exist, so Lydia settled for watching chaotic Gryffindors fight over stupid things - basically medieval reality television.
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The twins would die if she showed them.
So, predictably, Lydia showed the twins.
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“Idiot, this one is.”
“But she's our idiot.”
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“Flitwick said Hogwarts was the safest school in the world.”
“Are you sure he didn’t say the UK? Then it would be true. Because we’ve only got the one school.”
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ch. 8:
–seriously, all her cavities were now full of rock cake -
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She was taking the longer path only because Hermione was bound to be in the dorm, because Crookshanks had killed Ron’s pet rat, and Lydia would prefer not to hear her cry.
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-and ignoring that he probably had rabies and would likely bite her arm in half, she reached out and pet him.
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If she touched the fur flies would surely come out.
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“What about that one constellation, the one after the dog - what was it -ow!”
The dog had bit her hand, looking immediately guilty.
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“We’re gonna distract Ron so Harry can actually win a chess match for once.”
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“I know you’ve got your knife-”
“People opener.”
“What?”
“It’s called a people opener.”
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If it were a chapter in a book, it would be something ridiculously cliche like: Danger Is My Middle Name.
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She winked, then immediately decided never to do it again, because she felt gross.
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Lydia could actually see the moment Harry’s two brain cells (He shared them with Ron) put it together.
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“Mate, the twins are my best friends. You think I haven’t heard their daily worship to the gods of mischief? As if.”
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“Mate, you’ve GOT to stop fancying McGonagall!”
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Lee goes to lob his own jambalaya at George, when Professor McGonagall clears her throat.
Lee sheepishly sets his bowl back down with a clank.
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If it could ruffle Professor McGonagall, a woman who once took a water balloon of mud to the face and didn’t flinch, it must be really bad.
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ch. 9:
Her grandfather had simply sat her down with a bowl of slightly cold soup at their card table (the kitchen’s had a knife stabbed in it)
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“Did grandmother die?!” And yes, she should probably be ashamed at the excitement lacing her voice.
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I just have to pretend this is a stealth mission. Lydia told herself later that evening, sitting on the plane and trying not to kick her feet. I’m a spy, and I need to gather information about the foreign country and bring it back to mine. It’s all up to me.
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“Daddy says-”
“Daddy’s an idiot sometimes.”
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"Who died?"
"Oh, just my parent's marriage."
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my favorite quotes from cold as stone
ch. 1:
“Molly?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Don’t we have seven children?”
“Yes, five at the moment.”
“Only one daughter?”
Ginny laughed. “Yes, Dad!”
He frowned down at Lydia, then back to Mrs. Weasley. “Then why did I kiss two girls? An eighth child. Did we adopt another while I was at work?”
Molly gave a smile identical to the twins’ pranking grins. “Yes, yes we did.”
“How could you forget Lydia, Dad?” The twins gasped.
“Next you’ll say you’ve forgotten Percy!”
Percy snorted from his spot, while Ginny joined in the teasing with, “I can’t believe you forgot about Lydia, Dad! Don’t you remember? She’s Ron’s twin. Mum always says how shocked she was when she discovered a second set of twins.”
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Ron, finally done shoveling food into his mouth, looked at her. “You're the girl that busted Malfoy’s nose, aren’t you?”
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“You slammed him into a wall. And broke his nose. Then when he fainted you kicked his ribs.” “First of all, I kicked him to see if he was dead.”
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Ron’s ham slipped out of his mouth and onto the table with a plop. Standing slowly and making his chair screech against the floor, he told them, “I’m going to bed to think over that insult. Goodnight.”
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The twins set the half asleep Lydia on the table. She fell backwards and stared up at the ceiling as she tried to wake.
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“Fred, since when are your ears pierced?” Lydia asked, not wanting to know but needing to.
“Since ten minutes ago. Like ‘em?”
“Tell me you didn’t just shove them in!”
“...Is that not the right way?”
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“What sale’s going on to save us that much?”
The cashier leaned closer. “It’s called the hurry-and take-your-things-before-my-boss-sees sale.”
ch. 2:
“An errand.”
“Yes, sir.”
“He is fourteen.”
Fred cut in, “He’s a very busy fourteen year old!”
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Lydia wanted to liken it to possession, but that wasn’t a thing magic would do, right? So far magic had been safe, it would stay that way, she was sure of it.
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It was a good thing Hogwarts was safe. Right?
ch. 3:
“Do get lunch before you make the trek to Miss Lovegood, won’t you? Madam Pomfrey is ever so worried about your health.”
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Without looking away from Luna, Lydia snapped her fingers, and Fred shoved Ron’s face into his mashed potatoes.
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“We should go inside, you need to visit Madam Pomfrey.”
“What? No I don’t.”
Luna raised an eyebrow, and just a minute later one of Lydia’s legs gave out. “Shall we go now?”
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Madam Pomfrey smiled, and started shuffling the deck. “I will show you how. Now, tell me what the gossip is, won’t you? I’ve heard very little this week.”
ch. 4:
It had been Fred’s idea to coerce Rosy, an elf that adored Lydia, into helping them bake a cake. What he hadn’t taken into account however, is that house elves could get a little excited. Add that to himself and George, well let’s just say things easily got out of hand. Out of hand meaning they had baked and frosted a cake of Lydia’s own face, which had three tiers, reaching her waist.
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Ron snatched five, (balloons) and tied Scabbers to the ends. The rat immediately fell to the floor, along with the balloons.
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“Did...your dad give me a rubber duck?”
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“Oh my god, no one tell me how expensive these were.”
Ron slowly reached over and peeled the price tag off the silver chain.
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Harry didn’t expect Lydia to be such an ugly sleeper.
ch. 5:
Before she could even try to sit back up, an older boy had run over and was offering her his hand. Her first, embarrassing, thought was: Pretty .
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Lydia rolled her eyes. “You think you can corrupt me? Cute. I’m gonna do it myself just to spite you.”
ch. 6:
Neville didn’t understand Valentine’s Day; He assumed it was one of those things you got with puberty, like acne and angst.
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That was a lie, but he couldn’t just tell her ‘Oh, because you look about two minutes from crying and I’m a sympathy crier.’ Who says that?!
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Lydia swiped her finger under her nose with a wince. “Blood, I’d wager. Unless I can produce jam through my nostrils… Want to taste and find out?”
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“This means you shake my hand and we become friends,” she whispered.
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“She didn’t beat me to a pulp. She beat me to a leaking jam biscuit.”
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ch. 7:
“They old me being a Prefect would be fun! Well guess what, Mum’s going to kill me for losing her second daughter! I’m practically dead! Just stab me and save me the pain, Ginny.”
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Luna will whisper about how the Nargles were taking her shoes more often lately, and that the girls in her dorm had torn her uniform to shreds one night without Lydia to yell at them for it.
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Now, Luna didn’t know what was doing the petrifying, nor did she know how to stop it. What she did know however, was that it was a very mean thing, whatever it was. Perhaps she shouldn’t call it an it . That was rather rude…
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“I swear I might just give up this badge! The staff expect me to help them when they can’t even keep children safe? Two sisters, two bloody sisters are gone! Mum is going to kill me! Just do it, spare me the pain!”
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Percy turned very slowly to face her. She thinks it might be for dramatic effect. Percy was like that.
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“ Boop?! ”
“Sad boop for sad boy.”
Percy fainted.
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ch. 8:
“I can promise you that I will never willingly look into a huge snake’s eyes again, Percy.”
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“I want to just go to bed and never come out of my room.”
“That’s a bit depressing.”
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“The funniest part? I don’t even have an uncle! ”
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“Hello?”
“Give me all your pudding or I’ll infest your clothes with Nargles!”
“ Luna ?”
There was a pause, and then she said, “No, I’ll wait until you do something to deserve that. Goodbye!”
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“Especially when Lavender started complaining about how much moisturizer her beak would need. Overall, eight out of ten.”
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