I still cannot believe I'm transferring schools...and to one in damn another country, at that!

″Transferring?″

″Transferring, yes.″

″To where again?″

Sean let out a small sigh. ″We've already been through this, Blair. You're going to Hogwarts; the school is located in Scotland but you'll live with Tia just before school starts and the summer after.″

″Remind me why you two aren't coming with me?″

″Work.″ Her father guessed this was a suitable enough answer for his youngest daughter, and didn't elaborate.

Blair turned to her mother. Clearly, she could see sense more than her father. Her parents could easily find jobs overseas. ″That's it? Work? You've got to have a few more reasons than that.″

″Well, you know that's not the only reason, Sean. We also feel that this is the kind of thing you should experience by yourself. Enjoy some time spent away from us. If you feel the desire to come back home, you could always owl us and let us know. I loved Hogwarts when I was a student, so I don't suspect you'll complain about it once you get there.″

″Besides you're going to live in London! There will plenty of stuff to do during the rest of summer. Tia says she'll even show you around Britain's Ministry of Magic on one of her days off; you've always wanted to be an Auror ever since you were seven.″ Her father smiled faintly at the memory.

He had caught Blair in his home office with a copy of that day's Daily Beacon; the paper was almost as big as she was, concealing her from the bottom of her forehead to her waist. The reporters for the newspaper were known for including every little detail in their stories.

Sean appeared in the midst of green flames as he flooed into the fireplace of his den. He chanced a look at the clock on the wall as it seemed to chime his arrival. Four o'clock. Good thing he asked Camille, his wife, to pick up Blair from school this afternoon, otherwise his muscles would've ached in protest on the journey to fetch her.

Working in Muggle Relations had certain advantages but it also had its drawbacks; the head of his department wanted at least three new proposals ready by eight this morning. Sean was held up in his office last night until the wee hours of the morning and by the time he arrived for home, it was four a.m. With only 3 hours of sleep, he left the house around 7:30 and from this morning then well into the afternoon he was bothered with meetings.

The last thing he needed was sitting uncomfortably in a chair for hours at a time for so many meetings.

So when he opened the door to his home office, he didn't expect to find a seven year old girl's legs dangling over the seat of his recliner.

He chuckled quietly to himself. Rather than watching much TV, Blair favored reading things like the newspaper, spell books, and potion books. As if she would really remember or understand anything read in the contents of the latter two.

″What's in the Beacon today, Bee?″ Bee was what Blair's older brothers, twins Ronan and James, would call her.

″Daddy, hi!″ Blair ran to her father and hugged him around the thighs, the Daily Beacon forgotten. She heard a small groan above her and looked up. She frowned. ″Tough day at work, daddy?″

″A bit, yeah. But maybe hearing a story from the newspaper will make me feel better. What d'you say?″

Blair beamed. Running behind her father's desk, she scooped up the paper and turned furiously to page thirteen. ″Three shops were robbed this week! And one of them was Mrs. Hilson's!″

″Terrible, terrible. Does the paper say who did it?″ Mrs. Hilson was a sweet tempered, amicable, middle-aged squib who lived next door and adored Blair from the moment she met her. She always offered to baby-sit Blair whenever both him and Camille were forced to work late. It would make perfect sense for Blair to be a bit upset by the news.

″Mr. Nathan, Mr. Cullen, and some man named Alvan. I didn't know they were stealing! The reporter says the store was broken into and they only took really bad stuff; the Ohroras asked Mrs. Hilson a bunch of questions yesterday. Ohh, they talked to her while she was in the hospital.″

″Oh, you mean the Aurors? Your mother did mention something about that to me.″

Blair frowned. ″I thought mom couldn't talk to us about her work. I wanna know what she does.″

″Well, dear, we can't exactly know what she does because she's an Unspeakable. Aurors are like muggle police; they catch bad people, like mostly dark wizards. They investigate and sometimes go on missions to find things out for the Ministry. I'm not exactly sure of what your mother does there.″

″Aunt Robyn and Aunt Tia are Aurors, I remember! Aunt Tia gave me a necklace she fixed when she got it from some lady who put bad charms on 'em. It made them do stuff they didn't wanna do, like puppets or voodoo dolls!″ Her bright amber eyes began to morph into violet as the ends of her fair, chestnut hair produced wisps of silver. This always happened whenever she became excited. She gripped the necklace between her tiny fingers in remembrance of her aunt's visit. ″Auror Phillips,″ she whispered, concentrating on the way that title sounded coming from her lips. ″I could catch bad guys like Aunt Tia does! You always say I'm brave just like her!″

″Dad... were you listening?″

″Yeah? Sorry,″ Sean answered, finally. That little trip down memory lane lasted longer than he thought; Camille had already gone to the kitchen and started a late lunch.

She chuckled at the way her father's eyes seemed to gloss over. He's obviously recounting a childhood memory, she thought. ″Forget it. When do I leave?″

Seeing as London was a completely different place compared to New York, it'd be best if she got used to the way things were around there early on. Plopping herself onto the kitchen counter in her parents' home, she sighed.

Upon arrival, she hardly got the chance to settle down her oncoming nausea from portkeying before she was enveloped into an all too tight embrace. "Happy to see you too aunt Tia." she mumbled into the mass of midnight black curls concealing her face from the world for a moment.

"Wonderful to see you too dear! Right about time you came to visit." she cheerfully replied.

Finally free to breathe, Blair took a chance to take in her surroundings. As her parents chatted excitedly with her aunt, she noticed there was a decent sized bookshelf standing alone in the corner followed by another one just outside her peripheral vision. A family portrait hung next to this one while a window, on the opposite side, invited the eager rays of sun to shine down upon the cream colored carpet. Following the trace of light along the room's carpet, it led her eyes to an equally drab beige couch. It kind of stood out amongst everything else considering that everything else was some sort of off white color. Everything is so... creamy. Let's hope my room looks better than this, she pondered, otherwise I think I'll die from her very poor lack of fashion sense. Almost sensing her parents' departure, Blair cleared her throat attempting to get their attention one last time, "Hope you weren't goin' to leave without saying goodbye?"

"Of course not dear, however you did seem lost in your thoughts so we almost thought it better to leave you alone." corrected her father.

"Uh huh." was all she bit out. Saying their goodbyes to each other, her parents portkeyed back home.

The summer wasn't too eventful. Seeing as her aunt worked for the Ministry of Magic, Blair had to venture the streets of London on her own. At least she showed me how to get to the Leaky Cauldron.

It was a bit too drab for her taste but she had talked to a few guys there. She even went on a couple dates with two of them. But blondes weren't really her type so spent more time with the sandy haired guy who had first introduced her to the lot of them. At first he went by only his last name until she asked him about it during their second date.