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You couldnít wait until September.
Kat Simmons. Thatís you. Only daughter of the most noble house of Simmons. Youíre rich, pureblood, and a Gryffindor. Youíre a muggle-loving blood traitor, and proud.
Youíve finished your 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and have already spent one month and 3 days in prison- er, home.
Your rich pureblood family is disgusted with you, but you donít care. You get used to it after 5 years. So youíve spent the summer in solitude, having minimal contact youíre your family and wishing you were back at Hogwarts with your friends.
Speaking of friends, you havenít heard from them all summer. Not that itís possible. Your best friend is Lily Evans. You should have seen the bruises you had when your father was through with you after he and your mother found out. Ouch. Rule #1 Of being a pureblood: donít associate with Muggles.
So itís been a whole month since youíve talked to Lily, or your other best friend, Mia.
Your mother came into your room without knocking.
^Pack a trunk. Weíre going to the Blacksí house for the remainder of the summer.^ She left you sitting there at my desk, mouth hanging open.
You hated the Blacks. You hated Mr. Black. And Mrs. Black. And their son, Regulus, a 4th year who liked to hit on you. And their house elf, Kreacher. But above all, you absolutely despised Sirius Black. He was cocky, arrogant, the biggest player youíd ever laid eyes on. And he liked you almost as much as you liked him.
So now, for the last 3 Ĺ weeks of summer vacation, youíd be pranked and teased by Mr.-Iíve-screwed-half-the-year. Lucky you.
You packed quickly, knowing my parents would want to leave quickly. Richard and Alexandra Black were not ones to keep waiting.
^Katherine, letís go.^ You hated when people called you that. So naturally your parents always did. You closed your trunk and lugged it down the stairs and into the living room, where your parents were waiting by the fireplace. Your father flooed first, and then your mother. You followed reluctantly.
And to think an hour ago you were tired of being alone. Now youíd give anything for it.
You arrived in the dark, depressing living room of 12 Grimmauld Place to find your parents greeting the Blacks.
Sirius sneered at you and you rolled your eyes, looking away.
^Katherine, how nice to see you.^ Mrs. Black said, pulling you into a hug.
^You too, Mrs. Black.^ This was different. Normally she treated you pretty crappy. She only liked you a little since she seemed to dislike her son as much as you did.
^Glad you could join us, Katherine,^ Mr. Black said. What?
^Me too, sir.^ You fake smiled.
^What do you say we go into the dining room for some dinner?^ Mrs. Black ushered everyone into the dining room, which was just as dark and depressing as the living room, not to mention the rest of the house.
You arrived last, and the only seat was next to Sirius. You sat reluctantly, and as far away as possible.
^Sirius, you havenít greeted Katherine yet,^ Mrs. Black pointed out, mocking our relationship.
^How could I forget? Hello Katherine,^ he said, emphasizing the name he knew you hated.
^Hey,^ you said, looking at him. ^Howís you boyfriend?^ Hs jaw clenched.
^Funny.^ He hated when you referred to James Potter as his lover.
^Not that youíd know a boyfriend if it was staring you in the face.^
^Whatís that supposed to mean?^
^Little Miss Simmons doesnít exactly get around.^
^Just because I donít Ďget aroundí, and would never consider dating you, Mr. 5 girls a week, doesnít mean Iíve never had a boyfriend.^
^Oh yeah, you had one once. How old were we, 6?^
^Wow that was a good one.^ You rolled your eyes. Everyone else at the table was staring.
^What?^ Sirius snapped as he heaped the food Kreacher had brought in onto his plate. You did the same, and everyone else followed your lead. You ignored Sirius and let the dinnertime conversation go on around you. Sirius was silent as well.
The meal went quickly, and before you knew it Mr. Black was telling Sirius to show you to your room.
He kicked open the door of the room next to his, the same one you always stayed in, and threw your trunk inside.
^Thank you so much,^ you said sarcastically. He grinned and walked into his own room. You closed your door and sighed as you moved the trunk to the foot of your bed.
This was going to be a long month.
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