Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍
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The school talked of nothing but Sirius Black for the next few days and that was pissing Hermione off. She knew he was innocent but she couldn't do anything about it yet. The only thing she could do was go down to the kitchens and get him a basket of food.
That's exactly what she did, well, not before figuring out where exactly the kitchen was. And she knew just the right lads that could help her.
She found the twins in the common room and approached them.
"Gred, Forge, I need your services," she said promptly ending it with a charming smile.
They exchanged glances.
"And what services—"
"— do you need, Miss Granger?"
"I need directions to the kitchen. I know about the pear and that shit, but, I don't actually know where the kitchen is," she told them, rolling her eyes in annoyance towards the end.
"You know about the fruit portrait?"
"How?"
"That's for me to know and for you to dot dot dot," Hermione smirked channeling her inner Damon Salvatore. "Will you help or not? Cause I can just go ask someone—"
"I'll take you there," Fred said cutting her off and earning two frowns from Hermione as well as his twin.
"You will?" George and Hermione asked at the same time, then looking at each other with a grin before looking back at Fred.
"Sure. I needed to go there anyway," Fred said with a pointed look at George who got the gist and nodded. Hermione was confused.
"I could just go there alone. I just need the directions. . . ." Hermione said trailing off. She didn't need people asking questions as to why she was sending a basket full of food to Sirius Black. That could get her thrown in Azkaban or an asylum!
"I don't mind, really," said Fred waving her off and Hermione groaned inwardly.
"Fine. . . ." she sighed.
Fred poshly stood up, pretending to fix his tie (which was non-existent), and offered his arm to her. Hermione felt her lips twitch up and shook her head as she looped her arm through his, and off they were to the kitchen.
