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Platform 9 and 3/4, Poppy thought, was one of the most hectic places she had ever set foot in.
It was so many different types of hectic happening all at once within a confined area of space and time. You could have someone who'd lost their owl or a fifth year who'd misplaced their first year sibling, and parents hurrying to check that their child had everything and that they were absolutely sure they did. On top of this, you had friends who hadn't seen each other for two months finally reuniting and chatting enthusiastically about the previous summer holidays and the upcoming school term. There were, of course, the odd exceptions. Onlookers isn't quite the right phrase - that's more the parents. Poppy was one of the Not Quite Onlookers. She watched amused as nervous first years formed friendships that would follow them through school, and couples had their first argument of the school year and enjoyed it all thoroughly. Sam and Dermot had long since disappeared, joining their own friends and her trunk was safely on the train with Cuthbert. This was fine - Poppy was never much one for joining in with Platform Pleasantries (as she liked to call them), but she enjoyed watching them nonetheless.
Unfortunately for Poppy, Platform Pleasantries could not be avoided when it came to her friends.
'COOGAN!'
Anywhere else, this would have been completely out of place and loud, but it was only just in ear shot due to everyone else on the platform talking to or calling for someone. The pale arms of Lily Evans wrapped themselves around the back of Poppy's neck and she rolled her eyes.
'Get off me, muppet.' She said affectionately, gently unhooking the arms from around her neck and turning around to face her friend. Lily grinned excitedly and grabbed Poppy's hand.
'We've been looking for you! The others can't wait to see you.' She said happily, still leading Poppy to the other side of the platform.
'Christ, Lily, I'm not sure how I feel about the enthusiasm.' smirked Poppy, raising an eyebrow at her.
'Ah, shut it. We're going back. I'm allowed to be enthusiastic.'
'Is that a trait commonly found in Head Girls?'
'No, but according to scientists, approximately 100% of those who go by the name Poppy Elizabeth Coogan and are from Liverpool are miserable arseholes.' Lily replied, not missing a beat.
'Merlin, what a coincidence! That's my name! And I'm from Liverpool!' Poppy faked surprise. Lily laughed and sped up, having just spotted the remainder of the seventh year Gryffindor girls.
Even the mildly surly Poppy could not resist breaking into a wide grin at the sight of her friends, who were all mirroring her expression. Apart from Poppy and Lily, there were four other girls in their dormitory, and Poppy was struck (as she was every time she saw them together on the platform before a new school year) at how different they all were.
There was Mary Littleton, a quiet and sweet girl from Edinburgh, born to a wizard father and a muggle mother. She was gentle and honest and well liked throughout the year due to her open-mindedness and honesty. Standing next to her (with her trade mark smirk plastered across her face) was Marlene McKinnon. Marlene was blunt, straightforward and (most of the time) very kind hearted. She was short with jaw length blonde hair which always looked just a tad unkept. Alice England leaned nonchalantly against a barrier, smiling excitedly. It was rare for someone to be as popular as Alice. She was bubbly and easy going and her magnificently clashing black hair and rosy cheeks made her always appear very happy. Lastly, there was Eleanor Brambles, who had fantastic curly dark hair that complemented her dark skin perfectly. She was truly beautiful, and not unkind in the slightest. Poppy often thought how lucky she'd been to be put in with a group of such genuine, decent girls. She couldn't have dealt with any other house really - Hufflepuffs are meant to be lovely, but Nicole Smith was a tarty bitch and that made her glad she wasn't put in that house. The Ravenclaws were alright, but most of the Slytherins weren't.
'Pops, stop grinning like the Cheshire Cat and give at least one of us a hug, for God's sake.' Marlene grinned, putting on a fake tone of exasperation.
'You don't get so much as a handshake with that attitude, McKinnon.' Poppy retorted, going over to embrace Mary.
'Honestly, Marls, you should know better than to be cheeky in front of the Head Girl and a Prefect.' Eleanor said teasingly, winking at the others.
'You won't give us detentions, will you?' Alice chirped.
'I won't.' Poppy shrugged, 'I'm all for a bit of bias and favouritism...'
Lily threw Poppy a stern look.
'...but after the look Lily gave me I'm having a second thoughts.' She finished hesitantly. They all giggled.
'Oi Lils, it's your hunky boyfriend.' Marlene said, wiggling her eyebrows as suggestively as wiggling eyebrows can get, flitting her irises from Lily to the approaching figure of Archie Rourbaite, Lily's boyfriend of a month. The red head rolled her eyes but blushed anyway as her friends craned their necks to get a good look at him. Poppy sighed. Archie was a massive twat.
'I'm aware this is a tad out of character for me, but I would demolish him.' Mary whispered. Everyone but Lily burst into laughter and Alice even clapped a bit. Poppy smirked. Still a twat. Lily having pulled Archie was a great source of amusement to her. Within a few seconds, Lily was standing next to Archie and just a few after that they were kissing. It was all very sweet. Except Archie was the biggest twat ever, and not in the 'oh god he's a horrible person way'. More in the 'oh god he has the personalty of a damp tea cloth' way.
And then James Potter appeared.
Poppy struggled to describe the look on James' face - first and foremost, he was upset. But he was jealous and envious, hurt and helpless, shocked and angry. Somehow, he managed to return to his normal expression shortly after witnessing the girl that he loved (not that he'd admit he loved her) kissing another person. If there was one thing you could say about James Potter, it was that he was proud. He would not let anyone think he still in love with Lily after all the effort he had gone to to convince everyone he wasn't. A few years ago, James would have been visibly furious and attempted to break up the kiss (probably by performing some sort of prank on Lily or nearby) but he was long past this now - most could tell. There was one emotion Poppy had missed, and it was arguably the most important one: despair. She thought she knew everything about the situation, but the truth is she hadn't read the situation very well at all. Anyone could assume James' jealousy or anger, but it was another to see the emotion that was most obvious yet most well hidden. James Potter had finally given up. Or at least that's what he thought at that moment in time.
The only person who had seemed to notice James' despair was Sirius standing next to him, who was doing the correct thing in moving James away from it. Sirius gave an understanding smile at her which she returned (better than a genuine smile - Poppy disliked her smile).As James turned away, Poppy saw something - something she barely had time to register.
Two glistening gold badges.
The first she had been expecting, as James had been Quidditch Captain for two years now and the badge to prove this had been a commonplace item on his robes for the previous two years. Then, hidden slightly above the Captain's badge was another, the badge of the Head Boy. She knew it must be, as Remus was the male prefect. She sighed quietly. Lily would be in for a shock when they had the first prefect meeting on the train.
'Want to get a carriage, Pops?' Alice asked from behind Poppy. Poppy nodded and the two made their way onto the train as the clock went five to eleven. Poppy liked Alice - which shouldn't really be a surprise, but Poppy couldn't truthfully say she likes a great amount of people. Anyway, it was borderline impossible not to like Alice. One thing Poppy really admired about Alice was her determination: Alice has decided at the age of twelve she was going to be an auror and hadn't changed her mind since. Poppy, on the other hand, had gone as far as considering working as a muggle journalist. Luckily her mother had pointed out that it was a privilege to have had an education in magic as she had and to then waste it, so Poppy had changed her mind; being a wizard journalist would do nicely.
'How's Frank?' Poppy asked as way of small talk, knowing Frank Longbottom was a topic which Alice flourished in. Indeed, her eyes lit up slightly and her hands became a lot more energetic as she described their trip to Edinburgh and a garden party she attended at Frank's house and how lovely his family were. Alice was so into the (rather one-sided) conversation that she barely noticed when Poppy followed Mary, Eleanor and Marlene into a carriage. In fact, she had to get out quickly and shake her shoulder.
'Sorry.' Alice squirmed, sitting down next to Eleanor, who grinned affectionately.
'Can we join you?' The voice of Christopher Macdonald terminated those of the five females in the carriage and they looked up at him. Mary and Poppy peered around to see who 'we' was and Poppy blushed slightly to see Remus was there and then compulsively wanted to kick herself. Blushing is the most idiotic thing ever. She fished out her book and glasses from her satchel and tried to position it so it covered her face and also looked like a natural reading position.
'Course.' Marlene replied, shuffling down to make space for the new arrivals. Christopher sat next to Mary and Remus next to him, also next to Marlene.
'Sirius, Frank and Peter'll be along in a few minutes so the peace will be shattered.' Christopher informed the group.
'There's hardly any room left now, someone'll have to sit on the floor.' Eleanor pointed out, the others nodding.
'And that's without five.' said Mary.
'Five?' Remus asked.
'Yeah,' Poppy realised, 'No James or Lily.'
'Where are they?' Alice wondered out loud.
'Isn't Lily with Archie?' Marlene said, ripping a piece of fluff off of her jacket.
'Is she? James just said he had something to do.' Remus said nonchalantly, as if he knew exactly what it was that James had to do. Which, Poppy realised, he probably did.
Seconds after this realisation, the peace, as Christopher so accurately put it, was shattered. Poppy looked at the three boys with interest, as she hadn't seen them for two months - she did not dislike them, however she was hardly the best of friends with any of the three. Slightly in front of the other two was Frank Longbottom, with light hair and dark eyes, an interesting contrast. He was not ridiculously attractive, nor was he unattractive. Out of the three, Poppy was probably closest with Frank - he was kind and didn't have an immature sense of humour. Behind him was Sirius Black, with his almost infamous dark locks, muscular build and sharp features, there was no denying his good looks. In Poppy's case, there was no acknowledging them either. He'd never been anything but decent to her, but Poppy had a theory that anyone that good looking must be a but of a knob. Slightly to the side of Sirius was Peter, noticeably smaller and less defined. His hair was a sandy blonde colour and his eyes a watery grey. Much like the other two, Peter had never done anything to offend her - in fact, she thought he was quite sweet in a strange way. She just didn't know him a great deal.
'Good holidays?'
'Christ almighty, Black, you gave me the fright of my life.'
'Frank, mate!'
'Chris!'
'Pete, where've you been?'
'Stuck with Pads, who decided we should go for a drink in the Leaky Cauldron at half bloody ten in the morning.'
'Ha, Pads.'
'Marlene.'
'What? I'm entitled to laugh when someone has been given the nickname Pads. I'm a female, it's funny.'
'Bloody hell, you lot make too much noise.' Poppy grumbled.
'Christ, who gave the Grim Reaper a Hogwarts letter?' Eleanor asked, grinning. The others laughed and Poppy stuck her tongue out at her.
'Everyone silent for Princess Poppy please.' Remus said, clapping his hands together and looking somewhat like a butler. Poppy smirked.
'That's better.'
'Glad you're settled. Come on, Poppy, we've got the meeting.' Remus told her. She looked at him questioningly.
'Meeting?'
'You know, the thing that prefects go to on the train?'
'Oh right, that.'
Remus left the compartment (his seat quickly taken by Frank, who had been sitting on the floor) and Poppy followed him outside of the compartments. She almost knocked over a Hufflepuff couple, who had decided the ideal place to snog was right outside the door to a compartment.
'Where is it?'
'Right at the end of the train.' Remus replied.
'Good, I can stretch my legs.'
Remus smiled. 'Did you notice?'
'Notice...?'
'Notice James.'
'Oh.' Yes. 'Yeah, he's Head Boy, isn't he?'
'He is. I think he's go mixed emotions. Did you tell Lily?'
'In all fairness, I barely had a chance. She was off snogging Archie within three minutes of me seeing her.'
'Oh. You probably should have told her.' Remus said, pulling out a packet of Love Hearts (Poppy's favourite muggle sweets) and offering her one. She took it.
'Think she'll be cross?'
'Knowing Lily, probably.'
'Oh dear. Maybe I can tell her before - '
Remus was unable to discover when Poppy could tell her, as she was interrupted by a highly audible exclamation from a compartment just in front of them.
'You're Head Boy?!'
it seemed Lily had just made a discovery.
Remus and Poppy looked at each other nervously.
'Well, um...'
'What does your Love Heart say?' Remus asked awkwardly, as if to delay entering what was apparently the compartment in which the meeting was taking place.
'Oh, er...' Poppy looked at it and then cringed, 'Meant To Be.'
'I hope it's referring to you and me, not them. Merlin, I could not manage it if those two got married.' He sighed, clearly not realising that the World Gymnastics Championships were taking place in her stomach as he said that. She nodded, trying to take the comment as he'd clearly intended it. She struggled.
The door of the compartment slid open and there stood Lily, looking surprisingly calm considering she had just found out that James Potter, who it was well know she didn't like, was Head Boy. Remus and Poppy both offered apologetic smiles at her (neither really meant them) and she ushered them into the compartment.
'Pops?'
Eventually, the prefect meeting (which James and Lily had done surprisingly well in) disbanded, and Remus and Poppy had decided they both quite fancied a Pumpkin Pasty. It seemed Lily had other ideas.
'Everything alright, Lily?' Poppy asked, stopping. Remus, noticing Poppy was not next to him anymore, stopped too.
'Erm, sort of. Can I talk to you?' She asked nervously, biting her bottom lip.
'Oh, um, yeah, of course. Remus, if I give you the money can you get me the pasty?' Poppy asked, pulling an apologetic face at Remus. He nodded and took the money, heading off to find the trolley.
'Did you know James was Head Boy?'
Remus bloody said this would happen. Why didn't it occur to her sooner this was what Lily wanted to talk about? Poppy grimaced.
'Kind of.'
'Kind of?'
'Yeah,' Poppy began reluctantly, 'You're going to be in a barny with me afterwards, aren't you?'
'There's a chance.'
Poppy smiled weakly. 'Fair enough. When you were snogging Archie -'
'We weren't snogging...'
'When you were snogging Archie,' Poppy continued, 'I saw James with Sirius,' It was probably best to leave out that he looked just a tad upset, 'I saw he had two badges. Quidditch Captain - '
'- and Head Boy.' Lily finished.
'And Head Boy.' Poppy confirmed. 'But I couldn't tell you, you were snogging Archie, and then Alice dragged me off. Sorry.'
'Did you think about telling me?'
'Not until Remus mentioned it. Are you annoyed?'
'I'd like to be,' Lily admitted, 'But I'm not really. I suppose you didn't really want to be the one to tell me.'
'An accurate assumption.'
'Fair enough. I told Archie I'd go and see him for a bit after the meeting, so see you in around half and hour.' The two friends parted, and Poppy was rather hoping for a peaceful journey back to her friends. It appeared, however, James Potter did not share this aspiration, as he too stopped Poppy about half a minute later.
'Can I talk to you?' He said, almost sternly. Poppy smiled tiredly.
'Yep, of course.' In all honesty, she was a lot more interested in returning to her book and the Pumpkin Pasty Remus had hopefully got for her by now, but she could hardly tell this to James.
'Did you know about Lily and Archie?' He asked, his brow furrowed. Poppy nodded.
'Yeah, of course.'
This apparently was not the answer James was hoping to hear, as he scowled. 'Why didn't you mention it to me?'
Poppy shrugged, 'I didn't really think it was any of your business. You have been saying how you're over Lily and that.'
'But I've told you I'm not!'
'Oh for Merlin's sake, James.' Poppy sighed, exasperated, 'You told me you weren't going to be one of those soppy love sick boys pining after a girl who doesn't fancy you!'
'I'm not pining after a girl who doesn't fancy me!'
'James, mate, I don't want to have an arguement. But you really are at the moment and the girl doesn't fancy you. You need to give yourself a kick up the backside and make a better attempt to move on.' Poppy insisted.
'I don't see you trying to move on from Remus!' He retorted. Poppy frowned and glanced around to make sure no one had heard.
'But I haven't been doting on Remus since I was in second year, and as far as I am aware he doesn't hate me. You can't expect me to come running to you to tell you everything Lily does, she's my friend and if she tells me not to tell anyone anything, I won't. You wouldn't do that to Sirius, would you? Now, you'll probably be in a strop with me for the next day or so but you'll hopefully realise that what I've said is fairly accurate, alright?' Poppy finished, folding her arms.
'You're probably right, but I'm still cross. You can be a right bitch sometimes, Poppy.' James replied sullenly, still relatively just even when angry. Poppy nodded, agreeing.
'It's one of an abundance of flaws I have.' She admitted, 'But where would you be without it?' This, in hindsight, was probably an exaggeration - James Potter would still be alive and well without Poppy. 'Think about it, kidda, and come back to talk to me when you're ready to continue.'
It was completely true, Poppy admitted to herself, she was a complete bitch sometimes. It was no wonder she wasn't as popular as any of her friends. True, her bitchy fits were not common, however they occurred. Marlene had never had a spoken about bitch fit. Sometimes, Poppy wondered how she put up with herself, let alone how others put up with her. Her New Year's Resolution would definitely be Don't Be A Bitch.
In all fairness, James could be a right git sometimes, though. Honestly, he just needs to get himself a bird.
Poppy's friend's compartment was now even more lively than it had been when she left it approximately an hour before (how time flies) but had seemingly gained no more people. She said her greetings, and then sat down and pulled out her book, somehow managing to drown out the buzz of her friends's conversations and read.
Merlin, Poppy thought as she yawned, her eyes heavy and her head shaking slightly with the movement of the carriage, How long had she been asleep for? She could 't really be sure when she'd fallen asleep, but her finger was propping open a page in her book. Fallen asleep reading - a common situation. She opened her eyes drowsily to find that everyone had left the carriage, except Sirius. Peculiar.
'Afternoon.' He said cheerfully, not looking up from his book (which was 1984, so was presumably Poppy's book. She rather hoped he'd finish it soon - she wanted it back).
'Yeah, afternoon.' She agreed tiredly, stretching up to the luggage rack. 'Where's everyone gone?'
'Went to the trolley.'
'What, all of them?'
'Yeah.'
'And you didn't go?'
Sirius shrugged and closed his book, apparently sensing that a conversation was about to begin. 'I wasn't hungry.'
'Oh.'
'This is all a bit of a palaver, isn't it?' He said, looking out the window.
'What is?'
'James and Lily. Of course, I love them both - but I wish they'd just get it over with and shag.'
This, Poppy thought, was a rather blunt way of putting it.
'I thought you were going to say something about how our world is slowly being corrupted and taken over by an evil wizard, but yeah. Archie's a twat.'
'A twat?' He asked,
'A twat.' She confirmed.
Poppy made to go back to sleep.
'You have pretty eyes, Poppy.'
She opened one of them.
'They've been closed for the last... how long was I asleep?'
'45 minutes.'
'Closed for the last 45 minutes.' She finished, now looking at Sirius skeptically. He didn't appear to be joking.
'Acutely observed, but I have known you for the last six years - I've had plenty of time to look at your eyes. And when someone compliments you, you can just say thank you and give them a compliment back. That's the civilised thing to do.' He replied, almost teasingly. Poppy cocked an eyebrow slightly, still not completely sure if he was being genuine. They talked anything from once to thrice a day - it seemed very spontaneous for him to suddenly compliment her eyes (eyes which Poppy felt were rather dull). Regardless, she decided to play along.
'Thank you. Your hair is rather dashing.' Everything about her tone suggested that this was quite the contrary to her actual opinion.
'Thank you. You look sweet when you're asleep.'
Poppy frowned. 'No, wait, hang on. I didn't realise it was ongoing, I'm not playing a game of compliment tennis.'
'Tennis?'
'Muggle sport.'
'Oh, I see,' There was a pregnant pause. 'You can go back to sleep now.'
The witch gave a scoff, 'Thanks for the permission, but now I'm intrigued.'
'Intrigued?' Sirius asked, lifting his feet onto the seat.
'Oh yes. You've suddenly decided I have pretty eyes?'
'I decided a while ago, I only just decided to voice my opinion. It's quite amusing how much my complimenting you seems to have bothered you. And I haven't even mentioned yet that I think your ears are peculiar.'
Poppy elected to ignore the last sentence. 'Why?'
'Because we're in an intimate situation, sweetheart.'
Poppy almost retched. 'I'd hardly call this intimate.'
'Would you not?'
'Well, no, because firstly - '
But Sirius was deprived of hearing Poppy's complete answer, as at this point their friends reentered, armed with Chocolate Frogs and a few packets of Droobles, and Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans were being pelted at the two of them by Christopher and Mary, both grinning wildly.
'God, what a waste!' cried Sirius, catching a bean that was hurtling towards his face and promptly eating it, before spitting it back out again in disgust.
'Snot.' Christopher declared, still grinning, 'We picked all the bad ones out to throw at you.'
'I feel strangely flattered that you went to all that effort.' Poppy said, smiling, 'Where are the others?'
Mary leaned slightly out of the compartment to check. 'They're coming. Unfortunately none of them are nearly as witty as Chris and me - they're saving the beans for themselves.'
'Selfish gits.' Christopher concluded, chucking a clear bean at Poppy (possibly earwax?) which she threw out if the compartment, straight into the unsuspecting face of James, who was the unlucky sod entering the compartment at that very moment, looking like a cat who'd just been stroked backwards.
'Who...?' He began hesitantly, eyeing the two people furthest into the compartment knowing full well it could really have been either one of them, either his best friend or one of his closest friends friends. Sirius and Poppy spoke at the same time.
'Poppy.'
'Sirius.'
'Merlin, it doesn't matter. It's just a bean. Lily told me to come and tell you that we're ten minutes away.' James said, sliding his foot across the carpet back and forth.
'I'm changed.' Christopher shrugged.
'As am I.' Mary smiled, signalling to her robes.
'Me too.' Poppy added.
'Well I'm not.' Sirius said bluntly, reaching for a bag on the rail above the seats. 'So you can all leave. Unless you'd want to stay, Poppy?' He finished innocently, batting his eyelashes. She rolled her eyes.
'A charming offer, but I want to go check on our Sam.'
'Our Sam.' Mimicked the other four in a voice about as far away from Poppy's as you could get, to which she poked her tongue out.
'Let's leave his royal highness to get changed, then.' Christopher said cheerfully, beginning the leaving from the compartment, from which there were calls of, 'You're all frigid!' from Sirius escaping out.
'You'd think,' Marlene began, taking a small bite out of a chicken drumstick, 'the excitement of the first feast would wear off after the third year.'
'I spend most of the year convincing myself not to stuff myself on the first night back, and then I just sort of... go.' Poppy agreed, helping herself to a Cornish pasty.
Somehow, Marlene and Poppy had ended up sitting about five seats down from the rest of their friends (they had taken another carriage) so it was really just the two of them talking to each other.
'I'm almost done. You?'
'Almost.' Poppy replied, 'I want to get up early as I want to go for a run tomorrow morning and I can feel my makeup leaving my face.'
'Me too,' Marlene admitted, 'It's only a matter of minutes until my true appearance is revealed.'
'People will be shocked.'
'Truly.'
'Done?'
'Yeah.'
The two girls stood up from the table and began to leave (pausing only to say goodnight to their friends - although they'd see the females in a few minutes - and explain they were going up). Overall, the feast had been fairly pleasant - Snape had attempted to converse with Lily after she got off the carriage, but she very quickly made it clear she was not interested in anyway (at least, according to Eleanor).
'Was it me, or was that one of the more strangely hectic train rides of the lot?' Marlene asked, yawning slightly and stretching. Poppy nodded.
'Merlin, yes.' Poppy sighed, 'Myself and Remus had to deal with the rather hostile atmosphere in the prefect meeting, what with no one having told Lily that James was Head Boy and no one having told James that Lily was with Archie.'
'I pity you, honestly. Lily's bitching about him will be borderline intolerable. Speaking of Remus, did I show you what he got for me from Greece?' Marlene asked eagerly. Poppy felt a pang of jealousy (which she tried to ignore).
'Oh? What did he get?' She questioned casually, trying to pretend that she was not just a bit jealous that he hadn't gotten her anything and that this didn't mean for certain that he liked Marlene more than her. Merlin, she'd only ever had a crush on one of her neighbours in Year 5 - this made her feel pathetic.
'This bracelet.' Marlene said happily, showing Poppy her wrist. It was a black, plaited band with a small, round, silver charm in the middle, made to look like it was made of water. It was very beautiful, and also very Marlene, as it was very pretty in a simple, unflamboyant way.
'That's gorgeous.' Poppy replied, truthfully, holding Marlene's wrist to get a better look.
'Isn't it? Anyway, what did Sirius get you?' She asked nonchalantly. Poppy looked at her, perplexed.
'Sirius?'
'Yes, Sirius Black.' She repeated.
'Nothing...'
'That's funny. He was telling us how pretty your eyes are. I thought he might have a thing for you and might have got you something.' Marlene said. Poppy shook her head and laughed.
'God no. But he told me that too. I think he's just trying to wind me up, tease me because it would be laughable for him to think that the hard working, sort of introverted, book obsessed girl fancied him.' She answered, releasing her thoughts from earlier that day.
'I wouldn't say you're obsessed with books...' Marlene said, grinning.
'Marlene love, to put it in statistics, I read a book every two days over the summer.' Poppy responded, smirking.
'I take it back.'
I'm not sure about this chapter, but I suppose it'll do. Also, do you think Poppy is a Mary Sue? I don't really think so, but I could be disillusioned. Thoughts?
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Martha x
