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Expectations are a funny thing
One day, you’re a scared 6 year old, hiding in a cupboard in an attempt to block out the sound of your mother’s screams.
Next, you’re the family outcast, living with your best friend, and trying to forget your old life exists as you enter your 6th year of school.
Sirius Black never expected to ever have any attachments to his life as the heir of the Black Family
Sirius Black never expected to get attached, period.
Walk tall and never swear.
Those were the top two lessons her mother gave her, but of course she disrespected both. A natural sloucher who swears like a sailor, Alecto Carrow believed that she could break any rule and no one would even notice.
She did not expect to break the cardinal rule, though. Half Bloods and mudbloods were bad enough, but some purebloods frowned on blood traitors even more.
Why did Alecto have to choose that one?
2 paths, completely separate, converged on a too-hot day in Early September and a much needed smoke break. Two pariah’s, one of their family, the other of their peers, find a strange sort of comfort in the force of the others shove. Perhaps you can fight fire with fire, afterall.