A/N: Hey-o people! Whoo! Today was kinda exciting. Lots of writing...that's mostly it. I love writing though.

So I actually have prompts this time (exciting right, I know!)

Felix Felicis - QLFC round 7, keeper (GO Puddlemere, potatoes)

She closed her eyes, and just for a moment allowed the illusion to consume her. - Hogwarts House Challenge: the quidditch pitch

Muggles - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Challenges and Assignments, Capture the Flag.

Lots of stuff. This actually corresponds with my fic New Kind of Fun in that its a back story for one of the characters...at least now it is. I don't know if I'll post it there.

Word count is 1,967

Anyways, Hoots

Owls

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Reid." The woman at the large wood desk smiled at the couple holding hands as they entered. "My name is Megan Jones. I will help you on your journey of adopting today. Please, take a seat." She motioned to a couch against the wall, as she sat across from the couple in an armchair.

They look so happy, she wanted to blanched.

"Now we have a few options we would like you to explore," she faked a smile at the doting couple. "There are a lot of kids here who would love to be adopted, but we understand letting a child into your home is a big change and won't be easy, so thank you for considering it."

"This is our pleasure. We should be thanking you for giving us even the opportunity." The woman smiled warmly. She seemed nice and genuine. Not too sweet though.

"Yes, thank you so much." The man rubbed the woman's hand, smiling at her. Though his hold seemed to be keeping her there; the woman's hand wasn't holding his back. They let anyone adopt now a days.

"Then we really need to get you a child before you change your minds." Megan laughed. It was the truth. "I'm going to make sure everything is ready."

She stepped out of the room. "Bloody hell," she whispered to the receptionist, an older woman with glasses. "They're muggles!" She mouthed, leaning against the desk.

The receptionist rolled her eyes. "You aren't an exclusively wizard consultant, Jones. Here, these are the files for the kids that are available to show them."

Megan tugged at the folder. "I hate this job. We treat kids like property."

"At least they're getting homes." The woman pointed out.

"Right," she flipped through the files.

"No! All these kids are wizards and witches."

"Oh," the receptionist started to search through the pile of files on her desk for Muggle children without meetings that day.

"Here, this girl is a Muggle." She handed Megan a file with a picture of a sad looking nine year-old with long brown hair, named Rowan. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine. Just a bit of a loner."

"She's a little old though. They want a baby." She said flipping through the thin file.

"Go." The woman hissed, motioning to Megan's office.

The girl sighed and took a deep breathe. "Right!" She marched to the door.

"Sorry, I took so long." She moved back to her desk. "We were having some technical difficulties."

"It's okay, we found your office fascinating." Mrs. Reid pointed to the bookshelf they were standing in front of, still holding hands, now a death grip on the husband's side.

On the shelves were plenty of ribbons there for valor in the wizarding war and articles from her days at Hogwarts. It was almost worrisome that they were looking at them, but Megan knew her stuff. "Oh those silly things. I used to make those when I was younger. Really imaginative, eh?" She fabricated a quick lie and began to rummage through her desk while they were distracted.

After a minute, she found a small emergency bottle of golden liquid Felix Felicius, her liquid lucky potion. It was frowned upon to use potions near muggles, but for the children, she reasoned taking a swig, corking it back up, and slipping it in her pocket.

"Let's go meet the candidates, right?" She felt spurred on by her literal liquid confidence and luck.

She was walking in front of the couple looking at Rowan's file. The two seemed to be whispering a lot and the oppressive silence on her end wasn't—helping, so she decided to open her big mouth. "Now, that technical difficulty we had it turns out that there are no babies available right now, but there is a wonderful little girl-" She turned to see why their footsteps had stopped.

"Wait, what?" the man stopped in his tracks.

"A little girl, sir." Megan notice a flare of anger in his eyes, and the woman gripped his hand tighter. There was a spark of fear in her eyes.

"Sweetie," the woman started with clenched teeth, but the man ignored her.

"We want a baby."

"We understand that, sir, but right now there are none available for you to view."

"Honey, we're leaving." He tugged the woman out, muttering.

Megan sighed and leaned against a wall, pulling out her small bottle of golden liquid. She took a sip, wanting to forget her failure. She had no luck when it came to Muggles. She began to fiddle with the cork of the bottle. Maybe I should quit? She closed her eyes, trying to forget the failure to start her day.

In the world beyond her darkened eyes she heard footsteps. "I'm sorry about him." The woman's voice resounded. "Never should have married the man, thank God for divorce, right?"

Megan eyes snapped open in shock. "R-really, I wouldn't know." She was caught red handed with a potion. She was so dead. Hell! She didn't have to quit! She would be fired!

"Mind if I take a swig?" The woman asked pointing to the bottle. Megan nodded, unconsciously, it was too late anyways.

"Liquid luck? That's cute." The woman chuckled, sipping on it. "Most people call it liquid confidence, though."

Megan collapsed with relief; the woman only thought it was alcohol. Harmless alcohol.

"That's pretty strong stuff," she handed back the bottle. "Can we see the girl, now?"

"Uh, yes, I supose. Is Mr. Reid coming back?"

"No, I hope he never comes back, the bastard." She used an angry tone which came as shock to Megan, who thought the woman was a do-gooder all the time.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Megan thoroughly meant it for the sorry soul who messed with the woman before her.

"Right, about that, I filled these out," she rummaged through her purse and picked out some papers. "I filled them out and got them approved when I filled out the other papers. I can raise a child as a single mother, so no need to worry." She smiled again.

Megan wondered if this was the right choice, a woman who could get so angry, but she seemed to be able to bounce back easily. "Oh wow, uh, let's see her then Mrs. Reid-"

"Harrison, actually, but Reyna is fine."

"Okay, Ms. Independent."

"Well love is sorta a crazy wonky thing."

They laughed again, easing more into the situation. "Indeed."

Megan opened the door to a small conference room indicated on Rowan's paper. "This is Rowan." Megan motioned to the little girl with long brown hair. She looked up at them with big, gray eyes.

"Hi, Rowan, my name is Reyna. It's cool how our names start with the same letter, right?" Reyna smiled her warmest smile at the girl.

"Yeah, it's cool. Uh, are you thinking of adopting me?" Her eyes were innocent and wide; her voice, sweet and kind.

"Yes, is that okay with you?" Reyna asked sincerely. "If it's not, I can leave, but you seem really cool."

"Really? I'm cool? The other kids call me weird."

Reyna seemed to completely fall in love with the girl in that moment. Her shoulders softened, and she squatted so she was on Rowan's level. "You aren't weird. Kids used to call me weird all the time because I used to dye my hair crazy colors. I was in a band, too, but I didn't listen to any of them. I just had fun." She smiled. "I'm sure they're just jealous of you being so pretty and cool."

"Maybe, but I'm not pretty and I don't dye my hair or sing in a band. I just read a lot and make the lights go all funny."

"What?" Reyna and Megan asked at the same time.

"Charlie told me I was a witch like he was a wizard."

Reyna eyed Megan, but then laughed. "They play interesting games here." She looked at Rowan again. "So is there any chance you would like to be adopted by me?"

"Yeah," Rowan looked at her straight in the eye. "Can you live with a witch?"

"I'm sure I can," Reyna laughed.

"Um, Reyna, I need to speak with you for a moment." Megan cut into the sweet moment.

"Oh, I'm sure we can talk here."

Megan thought for a moment looking at Reyna holding Rowan's hand. She sighed. "Okay, uh...Merlin why?" She looked to the ceiling. "They don't exactly make pamphlets for this." She told Reyna.

"Rowan here is uh… oh, I should just show you." This really was not her lucky day. Getting a couple divorced and having to reveal the wizarding world to a muggle and ruin a little girl's life and getting fired! Nothing could go well.

"C'mon we're going to Diagon Alley."

"Where?" Reyna chased after Megan, holding Rowan's hand.

"Diagon Alley." Megan tossed behind her, finding the fireplace in the Staff Room.

"Okay, Rowan you first, I guess." She handed Rowan a handful of Floo powder sitting on a counter. "Throw this down and shout Diagon Alley, please." Megan instructing, pushing the girl into the fire place.

"Diagon Alley!" Rowan shouted. She threw the powder and was gone in a swirl of green smoke.

"Now you hurry along too," Megan motioned to the fireplace.

Reyna mouthed some jumbled words before settling on "What? Did she just get burnt?"

"Merlin, no. She just used Floo Powder. Now we can't leave Rowan alone, can we?"

"No, I guess, but I deserve explanation." Reyna gained some sense and threw the powder down. She was sucked into the mass of the Floo system.

"This," Reyna was stuck saying as she admired the mass of people in the street. "This… Where are we?" she finally settled on some words to spew out.

She felt a hand tug on hers. "Diagon Alley," Rowan told her.

"Right," she gulped. It was a strange day but not the worst. "You are a witch?" She asked. "And this place-"

"Is essentially a magical marketplace."

"Really? Wow!" Reyna and Rowan stared at this new world with new understanding.

"I'm showing you this, Reyna, because you should know what you are getting into. It's actually against the law to do this and not erase your memory…

"Rowan is nine and her magic is developing. We typically don't allow non-magical folk, to adopt witches and wizards. I'm sorry... but today is your lucky day. Rowan isn't registered as a witch in our systems. If you are willing, you can adopt her."

Reyna looked down at the girl still holding her hand.

She closed her eyes, and just for a moment allowed the illusion to consume her. It was a perfect world where nothing was wrong. No one was weird, she was married to a loving husband and had a daughter, and she could walk along the streets of London and be fascinated by the marvels of a man-made city, but she opened her eyes. The magic she felt was enough to tell her that the busy street before her, Diagon Alley, was a world she would never be able to forget. Even if it were crazy dangerous for her.

"I want this," she smiled and looked down at the girl holding her hand. If her life was going to be upside down, at least she had a reason to keep it from going under. "I'm so lucky to have found you."