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A/N: For the Golden Snitch 'Twelve Days of Christmas' Challenge. Prompt was 'Write about character/s living/visiting on a farm'.

Word Count- 434


When Romilda was a little girl, she had always dreamed of living somewhere far away. Her whole life she had always wished that one day, she would just wake up and find herself in the middle of nowhere with only her family beside her. She would be far away from all the trouble in the world and the bad things that caused people pain. She just wanted a life for her children and her loved ones that was different to hers; she just wanted them to be happy and innocent forever.

Lucky for her, some wishes do end up coming true.


"Akira!" she heard her husband scream. "Can you come and take Ada and Luca out to play please? I really need to get this done."

Her eldest daughter groaned, her face scrunched up in annoyance as she picked up her baby sister and placed her on her waist. In that same moment, she quickly grabbed her brother's hand and yanked him up onto his feet, demanding he follow her outside. She did this all while muttering under her breath.

Aren't teenage daughters just wonderful?

"Thank you." Michael said to her passing figure, flinching when the door shut a bit louder than he had expected.

He wasn't fazed though, instead he just returned to chopping his vegetables and humming his tunes. Michael was good like that; he always went with the flow.

Romilda returned her focus back to the paperwork that lay on the table. Her business, owner of the prestigious company 'Healthy Healing', had just recently expanded and that meant a lot of work had to be done. Work she didn't really want to do.

Today was an easy day in the Vane-Corner household. Most of their children weren't at home; either at friend's places or on Quidditch camps, meaning everything was kind of quiet. Or at least quiet for their family.

This house was usually buzzing. Buzzing with noise, buzzing with movement. Everything was just constantly .

They had moved into this house just after Michael and her had got married. It was big; with enough room for potential children, which they had plenty of. There was land too, land for Romilda to grow her ingredients for her business and for Michael to grow his ingredients for his cooking sessions. Everything was perfect. Everything was exactly like she had always wanted. She just hoped it would always be this way.