Post by harper io weasley on Jun 5, 2019 22:17:09 GMT -7
10.23.2018 - 3rd Year
Three years into school and Harper was finally starting to realize that she was getting closer to the second half of her time at Hogwarts. Her parents (and aunts and uncles as well) had always told her that it would go by quickly, but this was crazy! Victoire, the oldest of her cousins, was set to graduate in the spring and then there was nobody in the family to look up to or help her, since James and Fred were in her year too. Being one of the older Weasleys at Hogwarts felt like a lot of responsibility, and Harper didn’t think she had it in her thirteen year old self to be responsible to that degree. If anything, the events of the summer meant she wasn’t mature enough to hold the mantle of the family on her shoulders. Ondina had almost died, being crushed underneath the motorcycle Harper had been attempting to joy ride on. She hadn’t heard the end of it from her parents until she hopped on the train in September, and now she was getting questions from other students about why she tried ‘brutally murdering’ her sister over summer break. It was a great look to have with Xavier starting his first year and writing home literally every day.
One of those sessions of questions had just finished, an older Slytherin girl Harper had never interacted before congratulating her at the end of it because she apparently also found Ondina intolerable, even as a second year. At least her sister stayed consistent wither her personality around other kids her age. It was only when authority figures were around when the waterworks and sweet words were released from their prison in her icy little heart.
Preoccupied by the Slytherin girl’s advice about how she could get back at Ondina, Harper barely registered that she was suddenly on the ground, her books scattered all across the crowded corridor on the way up to the Gryffindor common room. “Seriously Krum?” she squeaked out as she looked up to see the towering figure of Edrik Krum closest to her. He wasn’t exactly a giant amongst the third years, but Harper was definitely small for their age and was appropriately sent flying when the Gryffindor boy bumped into her. “Could you maybe grab that book for me?” she asked, pointing at the one that was the furthest away from her.