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Indy’s summer consisted of...

Sleepovers and snuggles with Glenda. @shittalkwith-chittock Picnics and pick-me-ups with Marlene. @icarus--inflight Linguine and Lust with Angelo in Italy.  @protectomascrotum Comfort and coziness with Sirius.         @padfootxxblack

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Slughorn’s Fancy Ball thing! 

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What did you ever see in Remus? Kid is a weirdo.

First of all, you’re a bloody weirdo, anon! Second, I find it increasingly annoying that everyone is utter disbelief that anyone could like Remus Lupin. This school needs better standards of quality...Remus Lupin is one of the sweetest people I know. He cares for his friends. Just because he’s quiet around most doesn’t mean he’s a blank slate. He says and does some pretty funny stuff that catches you off guard. Seriously... Look at how he interacts with Sirius, James, and Peter! It’s so sweet! Knowing he could be that way with them let me know he could be that way with me possibly.  He’s just an overall nice, sweet, and funny guy. He’s a good friend and a mighty fine kisser!He also has the sweetest smile. @thebigbadwxlf 

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Name 5 people you find attractive and also their best feature for each of them :)

Woah… Just five? Well I’ll have you know that I find my friends to be the most attractive, smart, and fun friends in the entire school! Anyone who says otherwise can suck a fart! But if I had to choose……Stubby. He’s one of the most attractive people I know! His personality alone makes him a catch and physically is just so hot. I always love how he seems to find the best in those he cares for.  He also had great hair! If I didn’t add him to the list, he would hate me forever. Angelo. He’s tall, he’s tan, he’s Italian… Need I say more? Not only that, he’s been a good mate and teammate to me for years now. He’s great and always a fun time. I think his best feature is his ability to charm the pants, LITERALLY, off of anyone! His smile, his shirtless torso, and his dick.Glenda. It’s a combination of her smile, her sass, and those bloody freckles! She’s such a caring and carefree person in the best ways possible. I like how she always seems to keep me on my toes. She’s always full of surprises. I think she’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know…

Narcissa Black. I know… I’m going to get hexed into 1991 for saying this, but I honestly think she is one of the most hauntingly beautiful people I’ve ever seen. I would never approach her because I feel like anything she says is secretly a curse, but I think she’s a stunning. Please don’t tell her I said that!

Marlene. If you have eyes, you can see just how beautiful she is! Not to mention the woman is a looney toon! Marlene can win the heart of anyone who looks in her direction. I’ve never met anyone who captivates people the way she does. She’s a blessing and a curse sometimes. 

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Fuck marry kill: Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald, Marlene McKinnon?

Oh geez… this isn’t fair! Can I marry all of them?! …No? Ughhhhh. Fine. Fuck Marlene. Her hair… The girl has sex hair! Haha!Marry Lily. This is a no-brainer! Lily is so smart and loyal! She puts up with Potter! She’s a keeper!Kill Mary. I’M SORRY! I wouldn’t want to fuck you because you should be COURTED, not fucked, and unfortunately Lily would just make a lovely wife. Plus, if I tried to marry you, Sirius would never forgive me. \

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So like...... why do you like girls?

What a strange and judgmental question! I think the shortest and easiest way to explain why I like girls is because I understand why blokes are into girls!They always smell nice, they’re pretty, and their lips are softer. They also don’t sound like wounded bears during sex, hahaha!Oh yeah… and BOOBS!!!!!!!

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Fuck, Marry, Kill Remus, James and Sirius

Fuck Remus. The boy doesn’t like commitment, but was a good lay! Nice kisser too. Marry Sirius. Just as bad with commitment, but I think he’d made a good partner. Kill James. He’d kill me in a heartbeat, so I don’t feel about this. 

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Favorite shag of the school year?

Seriously good question. I guess cats out of the sack, so might as well be honest.

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What secrets are you hiding lately?

Well now that you mention it...Ha! Really? If I had any secrets, y’think I’m just going to spill them because you asked me to to? Please...Just the normal stuff... one-sided loves and, oh right, I’m a half-blood. 

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What's going on with you and Fazio?

Oh goodness… Don’t get too caught up in the gossip. Fazio and I are just two good friends! He’s my teammate and I respect the the hell out of him.

Great shag. Great smile. Greatly emotionally unavailable.

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Who's one person you've always wanted to kiss?

Hmm….. Marlene and second would be Lily! It’s mainly out of curiosity! Haha. Not because there’s anything there, I just think I’m just at the age where snogging is really fun so… yeah! Haha. 

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A Title Might Be Added Later

Raise your hand if you’ve stayed up all night in the library looking at genealogy and history books because after several weeks of it being practically part of your anatomy, you finally cracked the mysterious letter you received from a person who signed their name as “I am no one” (which you figured out once you unscrambled it of course!).  Oh? Only me? Figures... 

The minute I saw this letter in the dim lighting of the fire in front of me and Sirius, I knew something was not only off about it, but that it was important. It’s one thing to say madness on a day to day basis. I deal with that quite often since I’m friends with Marlene and Stubby, but this was different. The letter was sentences of pure nonsense from “no one” which only meant the letter had something important to say and it was from someone.... But what? ...And who?

Unscrambling the name was the easiest even though it took me almost two weeks to figure it out. The name ‘Ian Monne’ seemed too normal. Also, it was the latest episode of Eugina Pickman’s mental break down about a Hufflepuff boy who just was not that into her and she clearly was not picking up the hints that he was not interested. I believe I overheard her saying,” The bloke went to the dance with some 6th year and when I confronted him about it, he told me that kissing me was a mistake and it was nothing.” Goodness! Eugina, move on already!

After sobbing for about ten minutes, she finally said,” Apparently I am no one.” I had been staring at this bloody letter for the entire class and the minute she said that sentence, it was if it the pseudonym unscrambled itself for me! Once I figured out the name was coded, I knew the rest of the letter had to be. 

I love a good puzzle. Typical for a Ravenclaw, I know, I know. My father and I have various forms of puzzles in the house; from jigsaws to crosswords. Hell, helping out in the auto-body shop is practically like doing one giant puzzle when you have to figure out what’s wrong with the bloody car and where the pieces go... Needless to say, I like puzzles. So for weeks, when I had some alone time or I chose to not pay attention in class (or I was in detention...),I’d just stare at the letter, trying to rewrite the sentences and words any way I could.

It took another random, overheard quote. I actually had my face buried in a new book I had picked up recently about Kelpies when I heard one student say to the other student, “Just leave as it is.” 

I honestly have no idea what they were talking about. I also felt really bad about eavesdropping and being obvious about it... They saw me look up and completely space out in their direction... Despite the awkward encounter, I took the random person’s advice and just left the letter as it was (without the pseudonym of course because I figured that out...)

I had gotten myself ready (I even put in the effort to look somewhat cute), with every intention of going to the pub that night for trivia, before I headed to the library to tutor a fifth year. I had just finished up and I was going to head straight there when I decided to take just one more look at the letter...

It was my secret addiction. Whenever I had a moment to spare, I would look at the letter. I was drawn to it. I was determined to figured out just what this letter was meant to tell me. It was either in my robes pocket or in my bag. I think one day I had it tucked in my bra just because I had taken a peek at it while on the loo. I needed to figure it out... 

It had taken me two hours to realize a name was hidden in the message. I don’t even know what made me recognize that it could be a name of some sort. It just did!

It took me another three to figure out why it was hidden in the message. I lost track of time and slowly accumulated just ‘one more’ book about the wizarding world’s history and the important families within the community.

I had accidentally ingested so much knowledge, I didn’t even hear my stomach growl from being hungry once! Seven hours (30 minute nap included) I went without a bite to eat and I was none the wiser because I was drowning in pages of information. I felt like Alice, finding one of those wee bottles with a ‘Drink Me’ note on it, inviting me to tip it back and shrinking down to fit into another keyhole or crack, another rabbit hole... 

For almost a month, the name I needed to know was right there in front of me, hiding in the most simple and clever of ways...

I was nudged awake from a fellow Ravenclaw, advising I ought to get some proper sleep. She also needed the table I had covered in books and some of my own drool for her study session she was about to have. I gathered a few of the books to take with me and started back to my dorm in hopes of getting some much needed sleep (I didn’t. I ended up running into Stubby, but it’s okay! He needed me more than I needed sleep).  

I still have questions, but for now this is what I know...

My name is Indigo King, and apparently I’M A BLOODY HALF-BLOOD! 

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Benjamin Oliver King, Alya Celeste Yaxley, Indigo Matilda King.

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Her Smile Lit Up the Room

Alya Yaxley was dressed to kill in something tight, elegant, and expensive. She did all the shmoozing and fake laughing one needed to do for a Ministry Ball. All she had to do was get through this event and she could plan on how she could help her long, lost daughter. 

Corban was making his rounds, trying his best to show the other Ministry employees, friends, and family that he had a presence, before coming to Alya’s side. 

“People are starting to wonder why you have come to such an event without a date, sister…” He took a sip from his whiskey on the rocks. 

Alya politely rolled her eyes and tilted her champagne flute back to finish it as she felt herself grow annoyed at the mere presence of her sibling. “I didn’t have time to find a date. I spent all my time shopping for this dress, which I am simply not getting enough complimens on. Plus, you’re my date, Core. The House of Black is incestuous. If anything they should be proud.” She wrapped an arm around his, leaning into him and kissing his cheek playfully.  Corban just shook his head, his eyes going out into the crowd. “That isn’t something to joke about, Alya. Our family takes pride in keeping its pure bloodline. Only on occasion have we strayed from–”

Alya dramatically yawned to interrupt him. “Oh give it a rest, Corban. No one is around to hear you run on about ‘the family’”, she rolled her eyes. “Plus, we are the Yaxleys. When it comes to the House of Black, we’re the equivalent to the last bit of toilet paper on the roll; still part of the roll but a sad leftover. With father growing older and mum gone, they just keep us around out of tradition…”

Corban shook his head at his sister. “You shouldn’t speak like that…” he grumbled, not wanting to feel that unimportant.

Alya grinned to herself, feeling accomplished for the evening. Another waiter with a tray of champagne glasses walked past her, so she took another to have in her hand as she looked around the room. “Oh my…” she gasped as her eyes found the young Gryffindor girl with the cuts all over her face. “What happened to that girl!?”

“She was attacked, humor has it.” Corban tried to respond the best he could without revealing his slight excitement of her noticing something he had put into motion.

“Oh? A shame. She looks like such a pretty girl. Well, for her sake I hope she has a decent personality. Who would do such a thing? Did someone cast the wrong charm on her?” Alya chuckled a bit, eyes on the McKinnon girl.  Corban couldn’t help himself. He was determined to find out if his hunch was correct; if this girl he found at Hogwarts was somehow connected to his sister. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when and if he did find out, but he was more or less upset with her that she was lying right to him. He hated liars, despite the fact the may or may not become one later in his life. 

Corban brought his glass to his lips, trying to hide the amused smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Rumor has it her own muggleborn best friend did that to her. I showed you a picture of her a bit ago. Some say she was put under some kind of curse or something.” 

He searched the crowd for her. His eyes practically lit up with amusement when he saw the girl walking over to the one with the cuts on her face and her group. “Ah, I believe that’s her there.”

Up until that moment, I was convinced one of the only motherly things I have ever felt was giving birth to my beautiful baby girl. I pushed and pushed and pushed and before I knew it this sweet little angel was placed into my arms. Seeing her big blue eyes filled me with pure joy with dread and slight regret instantly following. 

I brought this beautiful child into the world, and if my family ever found out about her, there was a chance they would have taken her out of it...

I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl with the cuts on her face. How could her friends allow her to come out looking like, and to such a formal event nonetheless.

I was listening to Corban and right as he pointed her out, my eyes instantly went to her; there was my Indigo, only a few meters away. The words Corban said slowly put themselves together in my head as everything around me stopped as I saw her going over to her friends. 

She had friends.  She looked elegant and lovely.  She had laughed, and somehow I heard it and it was like music.  She smiled and it lit up the room.  She had date... wait... SHE HAD A DATE?!?! Oh how I hoped Benjamin explained the birds and the bees to her!

If it hadn’t been for the glass in my hand and my body suddenly feeling like concrete, my arms would have instinctively reached out to her. I know my heart did. A lump formed in my throat because the pure sight of her sixteen years later at the Ministry Ball made me want to cry tears of joy despite the amount of makeup I had on my face that I knew would run. 

Everything went to normal speed in the blink of an eye. My brows knitted together as the processed the words coming out of Corban’s mouth. I kept my composure as I asked him,” A curse? By who? I find it hard to believe the others took their time to mess with a homely muggleborn girl.” “Some of the family members attending Hogwarts were part of it. Targeted McKinnon and this muggleborn girl to start some chaos, as we were ordered.” I could feel Corban’s eyes on me, looking for a reaction. 

I remained still and composed. I watched at my Indigo spoke with her friend and some sort of confrontation happening. By the looks of it, she had no idea what she had done and was confused as to why the girl was turning away from her. It was breaking my heart to watch this happen. 

I turned to Corban. “Why her, though? Seems a waste. Why not have a student higher on the social ladder do it?” I kept my cool. I drank my champagne.

“This is my punishment to you, Alya” He told me coldly.

 My heart almost stopped, but I kept it together. “Punishment? And for what, Corban?” I scoffed. I shook my head. “I came here dateless just so you wouldn’t feel bad about no one wanting you. If anything you should be thanking m---”

“This is my punishment to you because I feel you are keeping something from me, Alya. I am your blood. We don’t keep secrets from each other. If this girl is truly nothing to you and there is no connection there, you won’t care about this altercation or whatever else follows it with her. She’s a muggleborn, Alya. Unless she’s somehow your offspring, it could save her. Telling me the truth would at least show she comes from our bloodline.Those who follow Him don’t usually target half-bloods.” He looked over at me while my eyes stayed on the now upset girl talking to the eldest Black child. “Next time I come to you about this matter, I expect an answer, the honest answer, or I’ll be sure to make the next Hogwarts attack fatal.”  

Corban clinked his glass to mine, gave me his stupid Corban grin, then walked away. I was gripping my champagne class so hard I swear it was going to break it in my hand. 

There... In that moment, I felt the most like her mother than I ever had before. Hearing his threatening words made me instantly want to protect my Indigo at any cost, even if it was with my own life. I had to do it carefully, and soon, but it had to be done regardless. 

I will to protect my beautiful Indigo. ...somehow.

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Things were good. Things were going well.

Indy was more than excited about going home on break to see her dad and mates in London. Being home, she felt light and carefree. When she was home, it felt like that breath you let out when you resurface from being underwater for too long. Everything back home in London made sense, even after all this time being at Hogwarts. There was something about Hogwarts that made her feel disconnected to her surroundings. She did well (very well in fact) in all of her classes, she was making and had made friends just fine, and she really was used to the castle ghosts now, despite a few of them catching her off guard from time to time (“Sometimes, the bloody things just come out of nowhere! It’s startling! It could be a squirrel or a person… Either way it would catch anyone off guard is all!”).

There was always just some kind of distance when it came to Hogwarts no matter how much she tried…

Perhaps the lightness she felt being home is why her guard was down that day… She wasn’t roaming around with her fingers gripping her wand, ready to attack anyone who tried to attack her for her blood status. She wasn’t walking in pairs late at night since there were safety in numbers and an extra pair of eyes to witness something never hurt. She wasn’t sneaking a peak at her letter from Dumbledore himself.

She was at Hogsmeade with her best mate Marlene, carelessly drinking spiked hot chocolates, effortlessly spending their money on gifts for friends and family, and easily laughing and acting as the two did when they were around each other.

Marlene was being stubborn and decided it was more practical to carry all of her boxes stacked on top of each other, as if straight out a cartoon; the boxes were colorful, toppling over just a bit but never having one actually fall, and stacked up so high you couldn’t see the face of the girl carrying them.

No wonder she had to go back into the shop for one she had left on the counter; Marlene was so focused on making sure she didn’t drop any that she was less focused on making sure she had all of them.

Indy told her she would just wait outside. She was hoping to have a quick cigarette before the two went off to get some lunch somewhere. She still wasn’t sure if she even had a cigarette…

This was the part of the day where she would stop remembering…

Suddenly everything became dream-like. She felt weightless. She felt like a leaf on the wind and a ripple in water at the same time. Her body was no longer in her control. Someone else was commanding it to stand outside of the shop to wait for Marlene and to smile. Indy smiled when Marlene came out of the shop. Marlene looked annoyed, shaking her head and told Indy the shop owner wouldn’t stop talking her ear off. Indy laughed and suggested they go grab food at a pub nearby. She even suggested they play some darts or pool and play some blokes out of some money; an activity she knew Marlene enjoyed. They agreed and the two floated down the street to a place to eat. Indy looked at Marlene, a misplaced smile and gaze on her face. She lifted her wand and shot a spell towards Marlene, sending her down the alley Indy had just come from. Marlene’s packages flew out of her arms and spilled out all over the alley. Marlene had glared at her, asking her what the fuck she was doing.

Once they arrived at a place to ear, Indy and Marlene glided to some barstools, ordering some butterbeer. They had began to chat when two guys around their age came over and blatantly looked them. Indy couldn’t help but grin a little to herself at the twinkle of shenanigans in Marlene’s eye when she noticed them. They both agreed they would play hard to get, pretending to not notice them and dodge their looks. Indy’s wrist rolled and flicked her wand in an easy motion, picking Marlene up by her ankles. She didn’t even blink when Marlene asked her to stop. Indy appeared to not be phased by anything. Almost as a reaction to her saying stop, Indy dropped Marlene on her head.

Eventually, Marlene decided to play coy with the guys who were checking them out. After a few skillfully places hair flips and some batting of her long eyelashes, the guys agreed to buy their butterbeers as they continued to chat them up. Before she knew it, the four of them were playing some kind of drinking game, Marlene ready to beat these guys at something and Indy excited to watch it all happen. Indy’s clandestine puppet masters then commanded her to give Marlene’s face a stinging hex. Indy didn’t even flinch at the sound of Marlene’s cries or her tears. There was a small grin at the corner of her mouth that probably belonged to whoever was making her do this to Marlene. Marlene’s cry for help was masked by the erupting laughter Indy was dreaming of when Marlene was graciously boasting that she beat the guys at the game they were playing.

Indy flung another curse at Marlene. She walked over to Marlene robotically. Marlene’s face was bleeding and crumpled up on the floor of the dirty alley. She looked a mess, but Indy didn’t seem to care one bit. She leaned forward and whispered,” Bloodtraitor”; the twisted cherry on top of all that she had just done to her best friend. She turned, dropped her bags, made her broom appear and flew home.

The rest of the day was a blur. Indy vaguely remembers playing cards in a pub, ordering greasy food, and hanging out with these blokes that she and Marlene met. She had no idea she was a pawn in someone sick game to cause harm to Marlene to send a message. All she remembered was having a really fun day with one of her dearest friends.

When confronted about what happened at the Ministry Ball, Indy’s heart sank and was in complete disbelief. She was asked about what happened that day and the more she thought about it, the murkier the details got. Soon, the things she was being told started to make more sense simply because Indy couldn’t remember for sure what happened that day. The less she could remember, the less she could defend herself. Knowing she had caused the small cuts to Marlene’s face and the torture she went through broke Indy’s heart and she didn’t know what to do. More importantly, she wasn’t sure if Marlene would eve forgive her.

Things were bad. Things were only going to get worse…