Chapter 4
Investigation
It was a very cold December morning. The four fifth year Gryffindor girls armed themselves to the teeth with all the warm clothes they managed to put on, and braved the cold and walked down to Hogsmeade.
It was time for Christmas shopping; Myra even had to do the shopping for Marie. Ashley, Hestia, Anna and Myra went into every shop, even the Quidditch shop, though that was mostly for Hestia's sake. A few hours later the girls carried at least fifty bags between them when they entered The Three Broomsticks, finding a table by the door. There were hardly any other tables available, as everyone had sought escape from the biting cold.
Madam Rosmerta looked disapprovingly at all the bags when she came to take the girls' orders; they took up too much floor space in her opinion.
"Four Butterbeers," Hestia requested and the barmaid went to fetch their drinks.
"I feel broke," Anna complained.
"I feel cold," Myra joined in.
"Thank Merlin there's only Christmas once a year," Ashley said, shaking her coin purse. It was depressingly silent.
They were quiet for a few minutes as they tried to rub heat back into their hands and cheeks. Thankfully Madam Rosmerta came quickly with the Butterbeers. All four witches held gingerly around the heated mugs, sipping and letting the deliciously warm liquid defrost their throats.
"How are things going with Lowell Llewellyn, Ashley?" Anna asked. "I saw you talking with him yesterday."
"Oh, it's the same old," Ashley answered depressingly. "Apparently he's on a date today with that Hufflepuff he's been talking to a lot lately."
"Abigail York," Myra offered. Llewellyn and York were both fifth year prefects, she had firsthand knowledge.
"Right, that one."
"I've always thought she was a hag," Anna commented.
Ashley smiled appreciatively.
"She has been going out with a lot of boys though," Myra added. "I think Lowell's her sixth since start of term."
"I'm sure it won't last long," Hestia said. "But you have got to make your move soon if you really want him."
"I know. And I will. I happen to know he does like me." Ashley smiled widely. "In what way and how much, I don't know yet. But I intend to find out."
Myra gazed out the window while the girls continued talking; exchanging ideas for what Ashley could do with Lowell. The scenery outside was beautiful; the falling snow, the frosted trees, Christmas decorations in the streets and shop windows. The Shrieking Shack in the distance, looking even more ghostly in the white surroundings. Myra quickly focused on something else in the landscape, the Shrieking Shack had always terrified her. Every time they walked on the path to Hogsmeade, with the Shack right there on the side in distance, she rushed past. The yowling and screaming and pure terror that radiated from it was enough to almost petrify Myra.
"You're awfully quiet today," Hestia commented, with a light push in Myra's side.
Myra smiled apologetically. "I've been listening, don't worry. I think you should go for The-Mistletoe-Ambush plan, Ashley."
"Is everything alright?" Hestia asked more quietly while the two other girls started chatting again.
"Yes, yes, everything's fine," Myra answered. "I was just enjoying the view."
Hestia automatically turned to look outside, and to Myra's horror Remus came into view, closely followed by his friends.
"That is not what I was looking at!" she exclaimed. This caught Anna and Ashley's attention too, and they both looked at Myra, then out the window and back again. "I-I was looking at the snow and the trees and the Shrieking Shack."
Hestia burst out laughing. Myra's desperate denial made it a whole lot funnier.
"What's so funny?" Ashley asked.
"Myra said she was enjoying the view, and then they walked by," Hestia managed to say between giggles, pointing to the wizards outside.
The two other girls began laughing as well. And then to Myra's even greater horror, the boys entered The Three Broomsticks, bringing with them a rush of cold through the open door. The sound of the laughing girls caught their attention, and Myra felt herself blush furiously.
Upon seeing her, Remus came over. "Hello! What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Myra said quickly. "Absolutely nothing."
Ashley was about to speak, but Myra kicked her hard under the table, causing the blond witch to yell out in pain. Myra turned the nastiest glare she could conjure at all her friends, demanding them to stay quiet.
"Come on, Moony, I'm thirsty," James said, tugging on Remus' robes. Sirius, James and Peter waited behind Remus.
"I'm coming, you see if you can find a table," he said to his friends, who went on without him. "Hey, thanks for covering for me on Tuesday. I was visiting my aunt again."
"No problem," Myra said slowly.
"I heard you missed Gobstones."
"Yeah, but it was no problem," she said just as slowly. "No tournaments in the near future, not that I'd want to compete anyway."
"Moony, our Butterbeers are here." Peter had come.
"Right. See you later then, Myra, girls." He smiled to Myra, and then to the rest.
Once he had left, Myra furrowed her brows. He kept the lie going.
"Why the curious expression?" Ashley asked.
"Nothing," Myra responded quietly, almost in a whisper. "Nothing. I don't know. Something doesn't add up."
"What doesn't add up?" Anna wanted to know. When Myra didn't answer, she continued. "Something about Remus?"
The mention of his name brought Myra mentally back to the table. Quickly she glanced at Hestia, and in that quick flash, seeing that her best friend knew what she was thinking about. "I don't know," was all Myra said. She opened her mouth to speak a couple of times, but ended up just gesturing her hands at them to forget it and continue where they left off.
Hestia and Myra shared one more meaningful look and then both joined the conversation, which was still about Lowell and Ashley.
A while later the Marauders left, Remus gave Myra a little wave as they walked by. Myra smiled in return and then followed him with her eyes all the way out and up the street through the window, until he disappeared behind a turn.
"Is it just me, or is there something brewing between Remus and Myra?" Anna stated more than asked.
Myra snapped her head to her friend, Hestia and Ashley too looked questioningly towards Anna. "It's just you," Myra retorted, a bit too short.
Anna raised her eyebrows. "Think about it; has he really paid much attention to Myra, or any of us for that matter, before? Now he comes over, and isn't interested in talking to any of us," her hand encompassed herself and Hestia and Ashley, "and the wave when he left seemed much focused on Myra. And your behaviour since he came in..."
Myra laughed lightly. "He thanked me for covering for him on a patrol he missed. And if you mistake my behaviour now for infatuation, you really ought to see Madam Pomfrey."
Hestia and Ashley looked back and forth between the two girls, as if watching a match between two Chasers.
"Then why so focused on him?"
"Oh, that's for very different reasons than you think."
"Like what?"
"I don't know yet. And I'm not sure I should tell anyone if I knew."
"As long as you're sure you don't fancy him?" Anna sounded hopeful.
"I'm sure," Myra finalized calmly.
"Okay." Anna accepted that. "Not so sure about him though," she added quietly.
"To slightly change the subject; I had an interesting conversation with Ambrose before patrol last night." A secretive smile settled on Myra's lips.
At once Anna perked up considerably. She enjoyed gossip and possible intrigues, but was thankfully never mean about it, at least when it concerned people she cared about.
"He asked me all sorts of questions about you, Hestia."
"What?" Hestia exclaimed. "Why?"
"It seems that young Mr Longstaff has quite the soft spot for you." Myra watched her friend carefully, gauging her reaction.
"Ambrose is cute," Ashley muttered dreamily.
"If you like that posh, snobbish, groomed look of a stereotypical pure-blood," Hestia protested.
"You're a pure-blood."
Ignoring the comments, Myra elaborated. "He asked if you were seeing anyone, or if you have your eye on anyone. He was subtle about it, but his agenda was still very obvious."
Hestia looked mortified.
Myra continued heartlessly. "He also wanted to know what you favourite flower was, your favourite colour, favourite Quidditch team."
"He must be blind, or deaf, if he doesn't know yet that it's Puddlemere United," Ashley interjected.
"That's what I told him."
"Did you tell him? All my favourites?" If there had been a hole in the floor, Hestia wouldn't have hesitated to jump into it.
"Of course. I couldn't exactly lie, could I? He'd find out eventually anyway." Myra was thoroughly amused by the situation.
Hestia dropped her head to the table, bumping into her Butterbeer in the process and spilling a few drops.
"There are worse wizards that could fancy you," Myra tried to console, but couldn't quite hide the amusement from her voice.
"Yeah, like Henry." Hestia's voice was muffled by the table top.
"But he flirts with everything that moves and has breasts," Ashley muttered. Their fellow fifth year, Henry, was known to be a flirt, ever since third year. But the worst part was that he really was a very nice guy, making him very dangerous in the right situation.
"Don't worry, Hestia," Ashley said. "It may not be as bad as you think."
Slowly Hestia raised her head, and the expression on her face told her that she felt that that was the biggest lie Ashley had ever told, or would ever tell.
...
In Herbology on Monday morning Hestia found herself standing next to Ambrose, while working with poinsettias. Myra saw her casting Ambrose furtive looks from time to time. It was very amusing, but also a bit sad that Hestia was so mortified by his interest in her.
Ashley and Anna noticed Hestia's behaviour too; they shared a look with Myra, all three seemed to be thinking the same thing.
During the rest of classes that day, Potions, Transfiguration and History of Magic, Hestia did everything she could to avoid Ambrose. She waited at the back of the classroom to see where he would sit, then take the desk furthest away. She dragged Myra off on an alternate route if it looked like they would come close to him in the halls.
When dinner came, Myra led the girls to the first available seats next to Henry. And he happened to sit across from Ambrose. Hestia looked horrified at the seating arrangements and waved a 'see you later' and went in search of another vacancy.
"What's her problem?" Henry asked the girls. "I've seen her acting strange all day."
The girls looked between them; they couldn't really say anything with Ambrose within earshot.
"She's just being a bit difficult about something," Ashley eventually said.
"I'll tell you later," Myra mouthed to him, without the others noticing. She had discussed this topic with Henry before, when he too had come to her to enquire about Hestia's interests. Knowing Henry was a flirt and a tease, Myra had convinced him to not go after Hestia like that. Since they had joined Care of Magical Creatures in third year as the only Gryffindors, they had become good friends and he had never betrayed her trust, so she knew he wouldn't this time either.
Henry nodded and left it at that.
Tuesday started very much in the same fashion as Monday, as far as Hestia's behaviour went. She sat far away from Ambrose at breakfast and forcefully pulled Myra to the other side of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, first lesson of the day. Myra cast Hestia an ugly glare at the way she was being handled, but sat down obediently anyway.
"You're being ridiculous, Hestia," Myra whispered, aligning her textbook perfectly to the edge of the desk.
"What do you mean?" The other girl turned her head slowly and seemingly innocently in Myra's direction.
"The way you go out of your way to avoid Ambrose."
"I don't want him to be interested in me."
"It can't be that bad. Besides, he isn't going to do anything about it. He said he'd fancied you for a while, and no one knew before he told me. The way he acted... I doubt he'll make a move anytime soon."
"For a while? You didn't say that on Saturday!"
"Sh," Myra hissed at Hestia's sounded outburst.
"Yes, silence!" Professor Biggar suddenly said from the front of the classroom. "Last time we learned the theory of the Blind-Fold Spell. Today we will begin practising it. Start with the person you're sitting next to, alternating between casting the spell on each other, and when I say so, mix among yourselves to try with a different partner. No need to move your desks today."
Hestia and Myra turned toward each other. "You first," Myra said, not feeling too confident about this spell, the theory had seemed awfully complicated.
"Right then." Hestia closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, concentrating, and then pointed her wand at her best friend. "Obscuro."
The world around Myra took on a faint blurriness, and there was a noticeable lack in saturation. It lasted only for 3 seconds, before the world was right again.
"It's gone. It was blurry and it was less bright. No complete blindness."
Hestia nodded. She focused and tried again. "Obscuro."
Myra blinked and squinted. Suddenly having poor eyesight was very disturbing. "Improvement, but it just feels like I need glasses."
Hestia tried a few more times before Myra was completely blind. She blinked furiously in an attempt to see again and felt around her head at the feeling of an actual blindfold, but everything was gone and there was nothing on her head.
"Your turn now," Hestia said, and added with an afterthought: "Finite incantatem."
Myra found her concentration and cast the spell.
"Nothing," Hestia informed.
Myra growled and tried again, still nothing. Four tries later and Professor Biggar told them to change partners, the one closest to the windows stepped one desk backwards. Myra remained standing, frustrated about not working the spell, while Hestia moved back to Michael Baddock's desk and Anna came up to hers.
"Trouble?" Anna asked upon seeing Myra's expression.
"I couldn't make it work," Myra answered through gritted teeth. She nearly always had trouble in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and this year was worse because she just didn't get along with Professor Biggar's teaching methods.
"You go first then," Anna offered.
Myra took a deep breath to collect herself before casting Obscuro on her friend.
After another handful of tries Myra only managed to make Anna's eyesight blurry.
She gave up and Anna practiced on Myra a few times before they had to change partners again. Myra now practiced with Regulus Black, and with the same dismal results.
After what seemed like a lifetime of being cast very blind by a Slytherin, Professor Biggar finally dismissed the class and ordered them to have the Blind-Fold Spell mastered by next lesson, which was just two days away.
Myra muttered obscenities under her breath, much to her friends' amusement, and didn't shut her mouth until they reached the Charms classroom.
The rest of the day went by smoothly, except for the workload Myra had for homework, due to the spell she couldn't master. So it wasn't until Care of Magical Creatures before lunch on Thursday that Myra had the chance to explain Hestia's behaviour to Henry as she promised. Hestia had always been around whenever Henry and Myra were in the same room, so there hadn't really been any opportunity for them to talk.
"So what was it that was going on with Hestia on Monday?" he asked quietly while they were supposed to be researching Fire Crabs. It was cold outside, so the lesson was held inside doing theory. "And on Tuesday, come to think of it. And yesterday and today."
Myra was surprised he asked, she didn't think he'd be that interested to find out, making him still wondering after all those days. "Ambrose fancies her," Myra said simply, browsing through her books. "And she doesn't like it."
"Ambrose? That freak?"
The two boys may be in the same year, and the same house, but neither of them was good friends with each other or their three dorm mates. Henry kept the company of a few wizards in the years above and below him, while Ambrose was a loner by choice. He wasn't friendless; he just seemed to prefer his own company. Being and acting like a proper pure-blood, and at the same time being a Gryffindor had to make you a little bit strange. Well, that's what Myra had always thought, and according to Henry, Ambrose was known as The Freak among his dorm mates.
"Yes, that freak. He sort of interrogated me last week, almost like you did when you set your eyes on Hestia."
"Hmm, good times," was Henry's response. He didn't say anything for a long while. Myra continued looking through her books and making the occasional note, but Henry hadn't even opened any of his books yet. "Well, he's in for some hard work."
"Yeah, I suppose." Myra glanced at Henry. He had said that a bit too brightly for her to believe his carefree tone. "You won't let anyone know I told you?"
"Of course not, I promise."
"Good. Now open that book and start working."
Professor Kettleburn was looking out over his class, and Myra didn't want to be caught talking instead of working. With a playful glare, Henry took to the books and did what was expected of him.
...
The next day the last day of classes before the Christmas holidays arrived. The atmosphere around the school was very light even as early as seven thirty in the morning, when Myra went down to breakfast. More people than usual were up already, probably hoping that the earlier they could start the day, the earlier they could finish it. The last Christmas decorations had gone up, so beautiful they were almost mocking to the students that chose to go home for the holidays. Nothing could quite compare to the magic at Hogwarts.
As Myra walked down between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables she noticed that not only was her slightly lazy sister up, but even all four Marauders were up. She raised an eyebrow to herself in wonder at what the world was coming to.
"Good morning, Myra," came the warm voice of Remus when she was just a few steps away.
"Morning, boys," she replied. Remus' three friends looked up at this, and muttered tired greetings back. Myra had to smile at that.
Just as she was about to walk on, Remus spoke up: "Why don't you sit here?"
Frowning mentally she accepted. "Sure," she said and sat down next to James and Peter, opposite of Remus and Sirius, immediately helping herself to food.
"Last night with patrol for you with Abigail tonight," Remus said.
"Last night? It isn't." Myra frowned openly now. "Doesn't fifth year prefects have to stick together all three terms?"
"I didn't last year. I was paired with Pritchard the first term, then Hansson second term, and Diggory third term," Remus explained. "I'm guessing it's the same rules this year."
"I desperately hope you're right," Myra sighed into her Pumpkin Juice. Then she looked around, and continued in a lower voice: "Abigail is nice and all, but I'm getting very tired of hearing all about her 'adventures'."
"She's with Marshall Erskine now, by the way," James informed.
"She was going out with Lowell Llewellyn only last Saturday!" Myra exclaimed.
"Well, she's obviously dumped him then."
"Who is Marshall Erskine?" Myra asked as an afterthought.
"Ravenclaw Seeker," James replied, suddenly more awake. "You have to know who that is! It's Quidditch!"
"Yes, well, forgive me, but I haven't really memorized the players except for Gryffindor's."
"Oh, the abomination," James slapped his right hand to his heart and looked mortified.
Peter grabbed James' shoulder in mock horror. "Don't die on us, Jamie!"
Sirius and Remus laughed, Myra couldn't help smiling either. But a sudden hand slamming down on her shoulder made her squeal in fright and turn around so quickly a cracking sound could be heard in her neck.
"Oh, Myra, there you are. Thank Merlin," Hestia said breathlessly, with something desperate in her eyes. "Can I sit here?" She glanced at the boys.
"Of course," Sirius said.
Hestia let out a great sigh of relief and sunk down on the seat next to Myra.
"What's gotten you riled up so early in the morning?" Myra asked her best friend.
"Anna and Ashley sat down there." She pointed up the table, where the two girls did sit, not far away from Ambrose.
"Oh," Myra said in realisation.
"What?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing," Hestia answered. "Why are you sitting here?" she then whispered as quietly as she could to Myra.
Myra only shrugged. "He asked," she whispered back.
"Did he really?" Hestia murmured, with a flash of something in her eyes.
Myra frowned at that, but didn't enquire into what Hestia really meant by that and turned her attention to the boys again. As she met Remus' eyes across the table it looked like he had heard the whispered exchange between her and Hestia. The other boys seemed quite oblivious, even when their attention was on the girls.
Once again Myra frowned mentally, but was distracted as James on her left suddenly mentioned something about Quidditch, to which Hestia on her right responded, and then the two were off on a discussion of tactics for the next season.
...
Thanks to breakfast that morning Myra was back to thinking of the mystery that was Remus Lupin and how he had lied so easily to Mary MacDonald about visiting his aunt early in December, and how Myra had to cover his patrol one evening. She wondered if he had missed any more patrols or meetings in the past, maybe there was a pattern. She honestly had to admit that she couldn't remember if he'd been there for all the prefect meetings this year. And she certainly hadn't been asked to cover any patrols, for him or anyone else.
Straight after the last class there was an end-of-term prefect meeting, and a plan had formed in Myra's head on the way there. The meeting wasn't long, since it was mainly dealing with the arrangement of the patrolling for the prefects that were staying during the holidays and those who would be patrolling on the Hogwarts Express, but Myra was impatient. The curious part of her was almost having withdrawals.
"Good, then that's settled," Timothy Ivory declared as the schedule for Christmas was set, and he did some final notes on the parchment.
"Now, we'll set the new schedule for the second term," Carly Hanson announced. "It's the tradition and you'll be picking names from the same cauldron as you did at the start of this term. And remember, it's been charmed with an anti-cheating charm, so no funny business." Carly waved her wand and conjured the see-through cauldron in question, already filled with pieces of parchment.
Myra raised her hand.
"Yes, Myra?"
"Are we fifth years changing around as well? And not just with other fifth years?"
"Yes, anyone can be paired next term."
Myra nodded and fixed her eyes on a spot on the wall, as she could almost imagine Abigail York's eyes on her.
"Any other questions before we begin?"
No one said anything.
"Right then." Carly began walking down one length of the table, stopping by each person and having them draw a name, while Timothy wrote down the results. Alan Diggory went first, followed by Holly Parkinson, who drew Abigail, then Ambrose drew, and then it was Myra's turn.
Carly lowered the cauldron and Myra put her hand in. She gently let her fingers mix the notes before she took hold of one and pulled it up. She opened it and read out loud: "Remus Lupin." Automatically her eyes found Remus on the other side of the table and he smiled. Myra smiled back.
Once half the table had drawn their partner, Timothy stood up with all the parchments from the meeting in his hands. "Anyone object to their new partner?"
There were some shuffling sounds, but no one spoke up.
"Good. The actual schedule will be posted here on Monday morning first day back. And yes," he raised his hand to the mouths that snapped open in protest, "we will take your extracurricular activities into consideration. See you next year," Timothy finished and closed the meeting.
That was when Myra started her little plan. She took a long time in getting her things together, she regretted not having spread out more parchments and quills and junk.
"Aren't you going to the feast?" Remus asked, as the last one out.
"I just have to find something in my bag first," Myra lied and pretended to rummage through her bag for something. "I'll get there."
Remus made a sound of agreement and went out the door. Myra glanced up and waited a few seconds before tiptoeing to the door to close it quietly.
The prefects and the Head Boy and Head Girl had their own room, kind of like the staffroom for the professors. Closing the door automatically activated privacy charms so none of the other students could listen in to meetings and hear things to help them break the school rules. The door also recognized the prefects and Head Boy and Girl, so no one else except them and the teachers could enter. In the middle of the room there was an oval table with twenty six chairs around it. Along one wall there were huge windows looking out on the Quidditch pitch, and underneath them was a table with tea and biscuits that never emptied and were always kept fresh. One wall had paintings of various historical witches and wizards. And the last two walls were covered with filing cabinets, containing schedules and records and meeting reports from years and years back.
The content of these filing cabinets were exactly what Myra was looking for.
When she was sure that the door was properly closed and no one was coming back, she went over the cabinet that was labelled '1950 to 2000'. Inside was one drawer for each decade, and she found the one for 1970 to 1980. Flipping through the separators, she found 'School year 1976-1977'.
Myra sat down by the oval table and opened the folder. The patrolling schedule for the first term that year was pretty straight forward, it stated clearly who was supposed to patrol each day, there was a check box by each name to be checked if they were absent, a box for a possible replacement and another box for the reason the prefect was unable to perform their duty.
Myra saw her own name written down next to Remus' on December 7th, the reason given for his absence was visiting a sick relative.
She flipped backwards; he missed his patrol on November 9th as well. Lily had covered for him then. And that was it. He hadn't missed any more patrols. But he had missed the prefect meeting on December 7th, the attendance roll didn't mention his name, she knew that, but it was the same day that she had had to cover for him. Myra couldn't find anything that explained why people didn't attend meetings.
So he wasn't any more absent than any other prefect really, or was he?
Maybe there was something from his fifth year.
Myra took out that folder too and flipped through it. He had missed October 22nd, November 19th, March 16th and April 14th. The only meeting he had missed was the end-of-term meeting in December.
Myra pushed the folders ahead of her and put her elbows on the table, thinking. Even though Remus hadn't really missed that many patrols or meetings, he was the only one with that many remarks next to his name. No one else had been reported to be gone as much.
She sighed. He was a mystery, that wizard.
Myra wasn't any closer to an answer to what was up with Remus, but she had learned that there definitely was something.
She had to discuss this with Hestia.
Hestia. The feast! She was late!
As quickly and thoroughly as she could Myra put the folders back into the drawers and closed the cabinet. She rushed out the door and ran through the castle to the Entrance Hall. Once there she stopped right in front of the doors and took a few seconds to catch her breath. Then she carefully opened the doors just wide enough to squeeze through and walked as casually as she could over to the Gryffindor table in search for Hestia and the other girls. Dumbledore had finished his usual Christmas speech, and the food had just arrived.
"Sorry," Ashley said as Myra reached them. "We didn't know you'd be late so we didn't save a seat."
"What kept you?" Hestia asked.
Myra leaned closer and whispered so no one else could hear. "I had some investigation to do. I'll fill you in later."
Hestia looked closely at her, trying to read her mind, but she wasn't really a Legilimens, so it didn't work.
"I'll see if I can find another seat, see you guys later." Myra straightened up and looked up and down the table.
"Hey, Myra!" Someone called for her almost up by the staff table.
She walked over to Remus when she spotted an available space next to him.
"Hi, I saved a seat for you when I saw how crowded it was and you said you get here later, so..."
"Thank you," Myra said and immediately sat down and helped herself to turkey and stuffing.
"Didn't think you'd be this long," Remus commented. "Did you have to go to Hogsmeade to buy what you couldn't find in your bag?"
Myra laughed a little. "No, I, uh, just distracted myself."
"That can easily happen."
"Yeah." Myra nodded.
"So, we're partners next term," Remus said casually.
"Yeah, I suppose we are. It'll be good," Myra answered. "I expect you to have common sense."
"Oh, I do," he replied, smiling broadly.
"Perfect, then we'll get along just fine." Myra smiled playfully before devoting her attention to the delicious turkey on her plate.
Author Notes
Thanks to Orion Knight for betaing and britpicking this for me! She's fast and she's wonderful!
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Coming: Chapter 5 – Christmas and Rumours (title under consideration)
"Can I charm the baubles this year?" Marie asked as she picked up a box of baubles for the Christmas tree, some from each generation Kinney, and some from generations of Chelsie's Muggle heritage with the name Heaton. "You could," Chelsie said from the kitchen. "If you've covered basic sonar alterations in Charms and oscillation theory Transfiguration." "Show off," Robert muttered, having just put the last of the fairy lights on the transfigured spruce. "Oh oh oh!" Myra exclaimed. "I learned about oscillation last year, and we've done sonar alterations already in Charms this year! I can do it!"