The girl continued to scrub the plates and bowl vigorously, still eyeing the clock. Why did it go so slowly? Each tick seemed to get louder and louder, mocking her imprisonment. Why did she get that stupid job again?

“Geez Lovette, have a sense of humor! I was only joking!” Brenna said, scrunching her brow. Lily finally looked up from her book, observing her friends.
“Yes, Lovette, I agree with Bren. You’ve been very surly lately.” Lovette shook her head at Lily’s response.
“I’m-”
“Fine, yeah we all know.”  

“So…” The boy said after a few moments of just standing in the doorway, “can I sit here?”
“I don‘t know...can you?” The girl countered, raising one of her eyebrows. The boy rolled his eyes and shrugged at her.

“Lovette.” Nanette inclined her head toward her sister, her tone rather light and blithe. Lovette shook her head, chuckling, another sour smile making its way on her lips. She then turned to Lily, who had one firm hand on Nanette’s shoulder, as though leading a prisoner to the guillotine.
“What did she do now?”

“Lovette, you’re such a dork.” Remus commented, finally clearing the chess board, knowing he would probably win the game anyway.
“A dateless dork.” Lovette added, pointing at Remus with a fake cheerful smile on her face.

Lovette shrugged, her brown eyes not meeting his. Her hands fidgeted on the table and she self-consciously pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
“I want to know that I can trust you.” She stated, her eyes finally reaching his. He smiled, the grin lighting up his steel-gray eyes.
“Don’t worry,” He comforted, putting his hand over hers in reassurance, “you can.”

Lovette stared up at the usual morning rush of owls, being able to pick out her mother’s owl in an instant. Not just because the bird was casually sailing toward her, but because of its…unusual appearance. 
The owl was purple.
With lime green polka dots to match.
Yes, Cosette had such lovely color coordination.

If there was one thing Gryffindor was famous for (other than the notorious “Marauders” and the overabundance of “brave” people in their house) it was their Quidditch victory parties. Not only were these parties extremely raucous and lasted all night, these parties were a social gathering. A Gryffindor tradition.

“Ha ha, very funny guys. ‘Lock Sirius in a broom closet’…yeah, a real classic prank.” Sirius hadn’t even realized that Lovette was standing there as he made his escape from the broom closet that he had been locked in for a least three hours. 
It wasn’t until he turned around to face his savior that he realized that it was notone of the other Marauders. 
“Oh-”

“Then you have to promise me that you’ll make people laugh at my funeral.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. You’re Lovette Orenda Luclare, you’ll think of something.”
“There’s no way I could laugh at your burial.” Lovette said seriously. Lily shook her head as she laughed.
“Do it or I’ll haunt you!”
“Fine!”

Annette Luclare was quite an interesting character, much like her seven daughters. She was…a “cool” mother. Cool as in the fact that she was rather liberal, meaning you could do whatever you wanted in the Luclare household…just as long as you didn’t kill anybody.

Almost every Gryffindor had collected in the Common Room for the rather amusing scene. Or, so it appeared. Students of all ages crowded the room’s perimeter, making it seem as though they were watching some kind of sport or contest take place. Except there wasn’t. Something much more entertaining had replaced it.

Slowly, Brenna rose from her seat, taking her schoolbag with her. All Lovette could do was watch in shock as Brenna left the Great Hall, leaving her alone. Brenna had never been one to contradict her friends…or be serious in any way.

Groaning in frustration, Lovette massaged her temples roughly, closing her eyes. Her hair blew slightly as the chilled March winds picked up. She sighed heavily, looking up at the star-strewn sky. It was a deep shade of navy, the stars merely blurred pin-pricks sprinkled throughout it.

“Really now?” Was eventually what Lovette settled on saying. McGonagall nodded, turning away from her student to stack essays to grade.
“Now I suggest you hurry along Miss Luclare....and company. You are N.E.W.T. students and need to be studying for your upcoming exams. Graduation isn’t far away you know.”

The N.E.W.T.s had finally arrived at Hogwarts. These Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests had put all seventh-year students on edge. Some students had fainted during the examinations, while others had blanked out completely of all the information they had learned. Basically, it was like a plague.