“Destiny, I am Alastor Moody, and this is Tonks. We’ve come to… explain some things to you.”


“What things?” I asked cautiously. He inhaled deeply and gestured to one of the seats. Hesitantly, I took it, placing my hands on my lap and waiting expectantly for the man to continue. He glanced at the woman he’d called Tonks briefly before turning back to me.
 

He was paying me no attention, apparently believing me to have followed after Hermione, and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of irritation towards him.


I knew full well why he was avoiding eye contact, seemingly upset about the matter when he should have been happy for his best friend: He was jealous.
 
 
 
 
 
 

It was a magnificent castle that put any others I’d seen before to shame. Turrets emerged from the stone, the many little windows glowing a bright yellow, standing out against the black night sky. Somehow, it gave the castle an intricacy that just altogether made it beautiful, and the nerves I had been feeling before were now gone, leaving behind a feeling of sheer awe.
 
 

In unison, a soft gasp left both mine and Harry’s lips as a searing pain shot across my right hand. Looking down, I saw the red words on the parchment etch their way into my skin, and then it healed over almost immediately.