- June 7, 1983 -
Dahlia took a seat on her bed as she ran through everything that was left to do until they left Peru. Her boys hadn't erupted at the news of the move although their magic was acting up more than usually and Mariela was excited about a new place to explore.
"Dahlia, are you in here?"
"Mamà Josefa, come in."
Her mother-in-law walked into the emptied bedroom. The photographs that decorated the walls had been packed away, and the clothes that occupied the closet were on their way.
"How are Juan Carlos and the children?"
"Juan Carlos is excited, this is an amazing opportunity for him. The Peruvian Ministry is filled with so much corruption these days, not to mention how dangerous these Muggles are too. The boys are a bit upset, they'll miss their cousins, and Mariela can't wait."
"And you, Dahlia?"
"I'm worried. All that nonsense with that Dark Lord a few years back has me a bit worried. But Juan Carlos says that man is dead and their Ministry is in need of someone with hands on experience."
"I'm sure you'll be fine. Now, would you like help packing? You're leaving tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, to both."
Hauling herself off the bed she followed her mother-in-law out and both women busied themselves with packing the last of the belongings. It wasn't until the last sock found its place that some of Dahlia's worry and stress eased away.