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Distracted by the realization, she doesn’t notice that her hands are instinctively reaching for the cauldron before it is too late. Searing, agonizing pain shoots up her right arm and she lets out a scream. Through blurred eyes she makes out a head of white hair rushing her and what looked like Taryn trying to push her way through the gathering crowd to get to her side.

“What is happening here?” Professor Snapdragon surveys the scene, brows raised as Jude clutches her burnt arm to her chest.

“Jude’s been burnt, sir,” Lil tells him rather unnecessarily as she makes her way to Jude’s side with Taryn right behind her.

“I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire,” the professor said tonelessly, sounding more exasperated than concerned.

Jude’s head snaps up at the accusation. She scans the faces of all her classmates standing around her and finds who she was looking for. Cardan’s face is expressionless but Jude would swear that there was amusement in that slight tilt of his lips. Nicasia stands next to him, bringing her delicate hand up to her face to cover her exaggerated yawn when she notices Jude glaring at her. The amusement on her face is obvious.

“You - You did this you son of a bitch,” Burnt arm forgotten for the moment Jude lunges forward in Cardan’s direction only to be pulled back by someone tugging on her robes. She whirls around to shoot daggers at whoever it was that was restraining her but Lil simply shook her head imperceptibly and refused to budge. For someone so petite she was possessed of a freakish amount of strength.

“Miss Duarte! Such language will not be tolerated in my class. 5 points from Slytherin.”

Jude is too angry and in too much pain to care about the injustice of her situation and the angry murmurs from the rest of the Slytherins.

“Now then, Miss Duarte - the younger one - take your sister to the infirmary please, and get Madam Grima to give her some Burn-Healing paste. The rest of you, back to your seats.” With an effortless flourish of his wand Professor Snapdragon clears away the mess around her cauldron before turning away with a swish of his robes and heading back to the front of the class.

The other students part like the red sea and Taryn steers Jude towards the doorway. Abruptly, she stops, twists her head back to look directly at Cardan, and between tightly clenched teeth hisses, “You’ll regret this, Greenbriar.”

The gauntlet had been thrown and the games had truly begun. The words on her chest seem to sting the way the palm of her left hand does when she makes a fist and sinks her fingernails into it, promising herself that she would teach Cardan Greenbriar a lesson if it was the last thing she ever did, soulmate or not.

~~~~~

“Jude! You ok, babes?” Lil disembarks from her broom at lightning speed, rushing up to Jude and gently taking her arm to inspect it.

“I’m fine,” Jude grimaces at the slight remnant of pain that flares when Lil brushes up against a particularly hurt spot but she really is feeling better for the most part. Madam Grima had said that the bright orange healing paste would take at least 12 hours to properly cure the burns and had insisted on keeping Jude behind in the infirmary for a majority of the day, hence why she had only shown up for the second half of quidditch practice.

She’d spent most of her time confined to the bed plotting ways to get back at Cardan.

Enough was enough.

There was only so much of Cardan’s bullshit that she was willing to tolerate, and Taryn or no, Jude was done with letting him walk all over her the way he did with everyone else. And maybe a small part of her anger was because of the whole soulmate situation. It killed her that he would get to go live his life with the woman carrying his words whilst she would forever remain an object of disgust in the eyes of the man who’d said hers.

“Duarte, heard you got sent to the infirmary today! You should feel free to skip today’s session,” Fand yells from her position at the quidditch loop.

“I’m alright, just a little sore!” Jude yells back.

Fand assesses her for a moment and shrugs in a fine-then-do-what-you-will sort of way before going back to showing Zoe Tatterfell precisely how to direct the quaffle through the loop.

The familiar feeling of being high up in the air again is so comforting that the slight throb of her wounds seems to go numb and she closes her eyes against the later afternoon sunlight falling on her face, a refreshing change from the sterile whiteness of the infirmary.

“Alright Jude, now that we’ve ascertained that you're ok, it’s time to plan our revenge.”

The words surprise her, not because of the resolution with which they were delivered but because they had come from Van’s mouth. He had always been the most reserved member of his friend group and even though Jude had spent a lot of time around him, Garrett and Lil, she hadn’t thought that Van would be this pissed off on her behalf.

An odd glow fills her chest and it only spreads further when Garrett pulls up to hover next to them on his broom and says “Personally, I’m thinking we should get rid of all of his beloved hair, make him walk across the castle to the Infirmary bald until a Hair-Gro potion fully restores it.”

“Actually,” she grins, “I think I’ve thought of something with a more special brand of humiliation.”

The Special Brand of Humiliation required quite a bit of planning ahead, as well as some rather advanced research. Thankfully the spellbook titled ‘Prankster Spells and Wishing Wells’ that Lil had (rather alarmingly) stashed away in her dorm room provided the information that their Sixth Grade Charms textbook did not and barely a week after the Potions incident, Jude’s plan was set in motion.

It began the way all good pranks did; with a diversion. With a subtle wave of her wand and a tiny whisper during Charms class, Lil sets fire to the little tuft of black hair that always fell over Van’s face.

Of course, it’s only an illusion spell, a pyromaniac’s party trick that Lil was scarily good at casting; harmless and more for show than anything else but it had the desired effect. Van’s exaggerated shriek is loud enough to draw not just Professor Randalin’s attention but also the startled stares of the rest of the class.

Acting quickly, Jude clutches her wand discreetly within the folds of her robe and casts the Nonverbal spell that she’d been practicing in the privacy of her dorm room for the past few days, gleefully savouring the sweet taste of revenge. Cauda, she thinks furiously, unsuccessfully trying to conceal the laser glare she is currently directing at Cardan, two desks away from her.

For one heart-stopping moment, it looks as if the spell isn’t going to take effect. Van’s hair has been rescued with one flick of Professor Randlain’s wrist, and people are turning back to face the owl feathers on their desks that they had been attempting to incinerate before the diversion.

Jude’s heart sinks.

And then, she spies it. A tuft of black hair peeking out from under Cardan’s robe, not unlike the hair falling over Van’s face that had so recently been in fake mortal peril. Wild laughter rises up in her chest fighting to break free, and her wide grin tells Garrett all that he needs to know when he silently turns to confirm her success with a raised eyebrow.

Cardan Greenbriar has a tail.

She has just given her soulmate slash nemesis a tail .

“Uhh, Cardan?” Pippa Bramble, a Ravenclaw with freckles and a generally cheerful disposition pipes up from her position at the desk behind Cardan’s.

“Yes?” It was amazing really, how much condescension he could fit into one syllable.

“You-You have something sticking out of your robes.”

Cardan appears unimpressed but a cursory downwards glance makes him stiffen imperceptibly. There it is, swaying back and forth like some sort of bizarre and hairy pendulum, getting faster when he starts to panic.

Jude watches the blood rush to his cheeks, his jaw clenching tightly enough to cut stone, and maybe she’s a slightly deranged masochist because all she can think of is the inevitable moment when he will look up at her, hurling invisible knives and promising revenge with invisible sparks flying angrily around him. The thought doesn’t incite fear within her as it should. Instead, she’s almost excited.

It takes a moment for things to register but within minutes the class erupts.

“Is that a tail ?”

“Omigosh, it’s swishing .”

“Ew, that’s disgusting. ”

Gleeful shouts and italics fly across the room and it is complete chaos, but even amidst the sea of yelling teenagers Jude’s attention is fixed on the boy in the middle of it all, the center of attention as he so usually is, except this time it wasn't intentional.

His focus is now trained on only one thing, one person, the cause of his fury and embarrassment; her . He’s finally singled her out from the rest of the crowd and it’s just what she anticipated, except, more. The invisible sparks coming off of him are so incendiary she almost feels burnt.

A shiver runs up her spine and she turns away, breaking the hold that those ebony eyes had her in.

“Looks like your crazy plan worked after all,” Lil appears at her side out of nowhere, a flash of little white teeth showing through her grin.

“Nice one, Jude,” Garrett appears on her other side to perform their special handshake plus fist bump combination under the desk whilst Van continues to pat at his hair like the secret drama king that he is.

Professor Randalin manages to calm the class down eventually, waving his wand around in an attempt to get them to part so he can get to Cardan. Cardan, who is standing stock still, an imperceptible rock hurling pure fire at anyone who dares to laugh at him.

Slowly, people seem to recall that he is the youngest son of one of the oldest, most powerful wizarding families, and bit by bit the amusement starts to fade, replaced by pure sympathy for whoever it was that pulled this genius but suicidal prank.

Jude’s suspicions that she is a masochist are confirmed when she senses her classmates’ trepidation and still feels no fear. This was war and she was determined to win.

~~~~~

Cardan’s tail continues to swish in the infirmary for the next 24 hours. One of the things that Jude had so appreciated about the spell she’d used was that it required at least a day to fade off and that there was no easy way to remove the tail otherwise. Those 24 hours were the best hours of her life and there was an extra spring in her step when she and her friends headed to the quidditch pitch for practice. The Ravenclaws had just completed their session and they were very noticeably missing a member.

News of the morning’s antics had spread across the school like wildfire, even faster than her Potions incident, although the story had somehow gotten so warped that the general consensus was that Cardan’s entire lower half had been transformed into that of a donkey instead of just a tail growing on him. It was a rumour that Jude joyously held hostage in her head, coming back to it whenever she wanted to relive the day’s events.

Later in the privacy of her empty dorm room, she brings it back to the forefront of her thoughts to gloat over like a beloved pet when Taryn quietly enters the room, alone for once, no Sophie or Surin attached to her side.

“Hey, sis,” she says, coming to sit next to Jude on her plus mattress, gracefully tucking her feet beneath her thighs on the forest green bed sheets.

“Hey. What’s up?” Taryn rarely ever sought Jude out and when she did it was usually for a reason.

“I heard you had a rather eventful Charms class today.”

Taryn had elected to drop Charms after her O.W.Ls, so whilst Jude was carrying out her revenge plan her twin had been at her Arithmancy lesson. It was another reason why Jude had chosen to cast the spell during Charms class where her twin wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her. She’d known that if Taryn knew about her plan she would do her level best to persuade her that she should give it up and keep her head down, and the last thing Jude wanted was to have to deal with her younger sister’s criticism.

“Yeah, some genius gave Cardan Greenbriar a tail.” Play it cool, she tells herself.

“Right.” There’s something in Taryn’s tone that makes Jude want to hide her face behind a pillow before she gives everything away.

There’s a long pause in the room, a little more awkward than is normal.

Taryn plucks at a stray thread sticking out from the curtains hung around Jude’s bed. “Just a tail? I heard something about donkey hooves too.”

“Nah, just a tail. It did swish though.”

“Ah well, if it swished I suppose I can be satisfied, even if there were no hooves.” They share a grin, each of them facing a mirrored version of themselves. So completely alike and yet so different.

~~~~~

That night Jude dreams of a boy with ebony eyes and curls, a donkey tail waving behind him, occasionally brushing his hooved feet. She smiles in her sleep.

~~~~~

A/N - I’m back! Sorry about the wait, to anyone who’s actually keeping up with this fic. I got a bit busy with exams and quite a few recent debating tournaments.

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Which is why, one week into the term on a sunny afternoon, Jude stands in the middle of the quidditch pitch, clutching  a Nimbus 3000 tightly in her fist, gazing up at the sight of Siana Tatterfell trying out for the role of keeper roughly a 200 metres above her, arms flailing wildly as the Slytherin quidditch Captain, Fand Richards pelted her with quaffle after quaffle.

Out of the corner of her eye Jude can make out her elder sister Vivi waving enthusiastically at her from the stadium, her bright yellow and black tie popping out noticeably against her black robes and her pink-haired girlfriend Heather exasperatedly tugging her back down to her seat. Suppressing a smile Jude turns to face them and waves back.

“Consorting with the enemy, Duarte?” A lilting female voice sounds from behind her.

Whirling around Jude comes face to face with a petite girl with snow-white hair and a playful grin. Flanking her on either side are a tall blonde and a shorter boy with a tuft of black hair, watching her carefully from beneath short lashes.

They were Slytherins and the same age as she and she thinks she might’ve exchanged the occasional smile with them in the corridors but they’d never really spoken before.

“I hardly think Hufflepuff’s the team to be worried about this season. If you ask me, Gryffindor will be the one to watch.” She grins in what she hopes is a friendly manner and adds, “Besides, Vivi couldn’t ride a broomstick if her oversized cat Hubert’s life depended on it.”

That elicits a laugh from the trio and her grin widens. Turns out she wasn’t entirely incompetent at socialising after all.

“Aight, Duarte, you’re up.” Sometime during her encounter Fand had descended back to the grounds, a grumbling Siana marching out of the stadium behind her.

Suddenly the nerves that had subsided in the past few minutes roar back to life in Jude’s gut, and some of it must show up on her face, because the white-haired girl steps closer and holds out her hand for Jude to shake. “Good luck! I’m sure you’ll do great. My name’s Liliver, by the way, but you can call me Lil, all my friends do”

“Thanks, Lil.”

The trial doesn’t go too badly. The role of beater suited Jude well, and aggressively batting at the quaffle was precisely the sort of release that she had hoped for when she decided to try out for the team this year.

Fand makes her stand in the sidelines once she's done, so she decides to walk over and continue to chat with Lil and the two boys, whom she introduces as “Garrett the biggest pain in the ass” and “Van, my soulmate.” Van’s little smile when Lil calls him her soulmate is so adorably pure that Jude barely feels any soulmate envy.

One by one they all try out for their respective positions and the trials finally come to a close as the sun starts to set.

“Ok folks, here’s the list of those who’ve made it onto this year’s team.” The sizeable handful of Sytherin hopefuls swarm towards Fand as she thrusts out a list of names for them to see.

Lil’s name is at the top of the list, the word ‘Seeker’ scrawled next to it. Garrett and Van are both named Keepers and then there it is, her name. Jude Duarte - Beater.

It takes a minute for the words to register and in the next moment Lil is standing next to her slinging an arm around her and congratulating her. Normally the invasion of her space bubble would be annoying but she can’t find it in herself to care. Garrett gives her the most enthusiastic of high fives and Van goes for a slightly more subdued handshake.

Minutes later, trudging through the quidditch pitch in the direction of her grinning sister beside her newly made friends, Jude is on cloud nine. She’s a part of a team, she’d managed to socialise with people her age and hadn’t wanted to tear her hair out whilst doing it; right now, she was unstoppable.

So of course it makes perfect sense that her least favourite Ravenclaw chooses that exact moment to appear in the stadium.

Her stomach sinks with some strange premonition when she sees that instead of his usual posse he is surrounded by this year’s Ravenclaw quidditch Team, a Nimbus 3001 in his hands. She despises that additional 1.

“Why, imagine seeing you here, Duarte, wouldn’t have thought to see a muggle playing a wizard’s game.” The trademark smirk makes a return and this time Jude can’t stop herself from responding, too annoyed by his sudden appearance to check herself.

“That’s funny, Greenbriar, I’d think out of the two of us it makes less sense for you to be out here. After all, despite my oh so tragic genes, I’m a member of my house’s quidditch team and you’re not, the last time I checked.” It was a weak retort at best, but to her chagrin it was all she could come up with.

If it was possible the smirk gets even more annoying. “Check again. You’ll find that I’m one of Ravenclaw’s new chasers.”

That couldn’t be right. Ravenclaw had had it’s trials yesterday and she was sure that the two chasers that had been chosen were named Kate and Edwin or Edward or something along those lines.

As if he can hear her thoughts Cardan adds, “Edwin Featherington made the decision to...step down. I’m his replacement.”

Made the decision to step down. The same anger that Tommy Hendricks had evoked in her so long ago ignites again like a righteous flame reincarnated.

“I don’t believe that for a second! You made him resign.”

“Really?” He rolls his ‘r’ for maximum irritation. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any proof, Duarte?”

He’s completely unruffled, a lazy and insouciant fire barely blazing in his pupils and suddenly the anger within her metamorphes into complete and utter rage.

This rage was the product of years of hatred, not just of the pitiful week since that day outside Potions class. This rage was a culmination of all the years that she’d secretly despised her soulmate without even knowing him, despised him for calling her a mudblood, for being the reason for the insult tattooed on her skin.

She had spent years trying to tell herself that what he called her didn’t matter, that the moment he realised her significance he would beg for her forgiveness, that he had a shot at changing, being a better person.

Which brought her to acknowledging the hatred borne of his not being fated for her. That was a whole other can of worms.

In reality, Cardan would keep going after and getting whatever he wanted, uncaring of the people he hurt along the way and one day, he would find his soulmate and she would watch from afar as he got to settle down with some simpering beauty and live out his privileged life with her whilst she stood in the sideline, a part of her involuntarily pining for him no matter how hard she tried to squash it out.

The imagery sends an angry shiver up her spine.

“I don’t need proof to know that you’re a manipulative, spoiled, selfish little Snake.”

Fed up with him, herself, everyone, she turns and storms off the pitch, right past a concerned looking Vivi and Heather and leaving behind an astonished Lil, Garrett, Van and newly-formed Ravenclaw quidditch team staring after her with the sound of Cardan’s delighted laughter ringing in her ears.

~~~~~

Being in a quidditch team wasn’t all treacle tarts and rainbows. Jude had already proven herself to be a relatively proficient flyer. When she’d had her first flying lesson with Coach Baphen she’d caught on to the mechanisms pretty quickly for someone who hadn’t even known that brooms could actually fly until just a few months earlier.

But that didn’t mean that she didn’t need to keep practicing to earn her Beater position. If there was one thing Jude prided herself on it was her determination, and she was determined to prove herself as an asset to Syltherin come quidditch season. So here she was, zipping around on her Nimbus on the pitch long after Lil, Garrett and Van had left to shower for dinner. Without other people there to lob bludgers at her, the extra practice wasn’t all that effective but she’d die before she would admit that out loud.

“Looking for someone to throw things at you, Duarte? I’d be more than happy to comply.”

That voice. She didn’t even have to look down at the grounds to know who was yelling up at her.

She considers simply ignoring him but she has a feeling that that would only make him even more persistent in getting her to respond. Better to shake him off sooner rather than later. Like an annoying bloodthirsty leech.

“Only if I get to return the favour.”

She thinks she hears Cardan chuckle but she can’t be sure.

“And let you ruin this pretty face? I don’t think so.”

She shrugs nonchalantly, even though she’s still quite high up and he likely can’t see her from his spot on the ground.

“What are you even doing here Greenbriar?”

“Same as you, I imagine. Practice.”

The snort leaves her mouth before she even registers his words. “Practice?”

“Yes, Duarte, the act of repeatedly doing something so as to acquire proficiency in it. Surely you are familiar with the idea?”

She bristles at the sarcasm. “I am indeed aware of what the word practice means, what I can’t imagine however, is why you of all people would feel the need to do it.”

“Because I’m just naturally talented?” She briefly fantasizes about his face being savaged by an enraged Hippogriff one day soon so she never has to see that smirk again.

“No, I simply don’t see why you’d care. It’s clear that your position on the team means nothing to you.”

Cardan stays silent for an abnormally long period of time, so long that she lowers her hover by a few inches just to make sure that he hadn’t stopped breathing. It would be dreadfully inconvenient to have to cut her practice session short to inform someone that he was dead, after all.

“You don’t know me,” he says finally. The words are clipped and not meant to be engaged with.

Jude was never good at following other people’s cues.

“I know enough. I know that you somehow managed to force Edwin Featherington to give up his position for you. I know that you don’t care about your friends, not really. I know that you never really loved Nicasia or you wouldn’t have been so unhurt when she cheated on you with Locke. I know enough about you to know that you just don’t care. About anything.”

It was too much. She’d gone too far. Somewhere between the first sentence and the last, Jude had crossed a line. Probably when she’d brought up the Nicasia and Locke drama. Everyone in the grade had known; it was probably the only time when people had dared to snigger about poor oblivious Cardan behind his back, but then when Cardan had finally walked in on the pair making out in an abandoned classroom he’d remained stone-faced and unfazed, told them calmly that they ‘deserved each other’ and walked out.

At least, that was what the nosy Gryffindor who’d been listening in on the whole thing had claimed. Once word of this extremely anticlimactic reveal had traveled through the social network of the Hogwarts alumni two hours later it was clear that Cardan was no longer an object of pity but rather one of disbelieving awe. Cardan Greenbriar and his fucking heart of stone.

There’s another long and angry pause, but this time Jude is too scared to drop lower. Better to remain out of his range. She’d seen him practicing a binding spell at Charms class once and whilst she loathed to say it, he was rather proficient in his spell casting.

The silence is deafening and it remains that way for what feels like hours before he turns on his heel and leaves without a word, leaving her to open-mouthedly gape at his retreating form.

Cardan Greenbriar had turned away from a confrontation and let her have the last word.

The wizarding world would never be quite the same.

~~~~~

A/N - Bit of a longer chapter with more Jurdan interaction this time, let me know what you think! As always, notes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

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Bracing herself for the grim revelation, she finally raises her head to make eye contact with the boy that fate had oh so cruelly destined for her. His eyes are dark and depthless, the same shade as his messy curls, in sharp contrast to his light and obnoxiously defined lips. Not only was her soulmate an asshole, he was also painfully gorgeous. Not to mention, the notorious Ravenclaw, Cardan Effing Greenbriar, well-known bully and spoiled son of one Eldred Greenbriar, proud head of one of England’s oldest wizarding families. 

“I said-” 

“I know what you said,” she snaps, then pauses, heart racing. She’s just uttered her first direct words to him. This was the moment when recognition would flare in his ebony eyes and he would realise that she was his soulmate and-

“Well then, if you’re not deaf, why is it that you still haven’t gotten out of my way?” The arched brow and slight smirk on his face are infuriating and the sound of his usual dedicated posse of dimwits snorting behind him makes Jude’s blood boil even as confusion starts to rack through her. Surely he had recognised her words by now? Even if he was an idiot, no one could so easily forget about their soul mark, she was certain. 

Seconds pass and there is still no sign of awareness in his demeanour.

“Jude! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get so late, I promise, I just-” Taryn stops rambling the moment she registers the sight of her twin squaring off with Cardan Greenbriar, the most feared and sought after boy in their grade, someone that Jude had always managed to avoid in the past.

She blinks, brought out of her trance-like state by her sister’s appearance. Abruptly, she twirls around and marches through the doorway to Potions class, leaving her gaping twin and a smug Cardan behind.

~~~~~

Not only had Jude undoubtedly gotten on Professor Snapdragon’s bad side for being late, but the rest of her first proper day back at Hogwarts after the holidays had also only gotten worse from there. 

Previously, she had managed to steer clear of Cardan Greenbriar and his goons by keeping her head down and not getting too close, but now that she had been spotted on their radar they seemed to find amusement in picking on her, as evidenced by cerulean-haired Nicasia’s loud whisper of how ‘muggles were often rather slow on the uptake and that ‘it really wasn’t the poor thing’s fault’ after Jude had answered a question incorrectly. 

Even Defense Against the Dark Arts which she usually excelled at hadn’t gone well because even though that class was with the Hufflupuffs and the Ravenclaws were nowhere nearby, Jude’s mind was completely unable to focus on speaking her incantations correctly.

All in all, it was a wretched day and she desperately claimed a headache so she could cry off of going to the Quidditch pitch to watch practice with Taryn and their roommates Sophie and Surin after lunch, meaning that she had the dorm all to herself to ponder the morning’s events.

Standing in front of the gilt-edged mirror in their room, Jude yanks off her robes to observe the words that had appeared on her chest when was 14, words that had hurt her and left her feeling resigned but disappointed, that had made her feel rather reluctant to meet the man who would speak them. After all, it wasn’t really the most romantic of sentences. It wasn’t even civil.

But be that as it may, the words had definitely changed colour. Whereas previously the curlique script on her cleavage had been written in a stark black that stood out against her tan skin, they were now a faintly metallic silver, confirming what she already knew; that Cardan Greenbriar was indeed her soulmate.

What she didn’t know, however, was why he hadn’t reacted to finding out who his soulmate was. Sometime during the day the idea that he may have intentionally feigned ignorance due to his not having been at all enthused by the fact that his soulmate was of muggle ancestry had crossed her mind, but even the best of actors could not have been able to lie their way so smoothly through one of the biggest moments of their life, she was positive.

Which left her with just one possible reason for what had occurred. Something awful, even worse than the name he had called her. Something that struck an almost numb panic in her very soul.

There had been cases of it in the past, and every time it did the results had been tragic. It was a very rare thing, but it seemed precisely like something that fate would mercilessly inflict upon Jude. 

“He said your words, but you didn’t say his.” 

Her reflection in the mirror does not respond.

It was possible that the reason why she had his words, but he most likely had someone else’s was because….Her soulmate was fated for someone else.

“Fuck. Me.” she groans at her reflection.

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A/N - Huge thank you to the lovely @cupcakesandkittens who has agreed to beta read this fic for me❤

Not gonna lie, I’m a bit nervous about posting this chapter, but hopefully you guys will be interested enough to stick with this story! Also, if anyone has any questions about the Soulmark thing, please feel free to ask and I'll do my best to answer. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

*Their Hogwarts houses are inspired by this blog post.

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