Disclaimer: Not sure if the one in the first chapter or so is adequate, so I wish to reiterate: I do not own Harry Potter, I just like royally f***ing with his life in fanfictions. Though the lovely J K Rowling did a wonderful job of giving the Boy-Who-Lived hell, I just like to add my own twisted chaos to the mix XD lol… (I love how I try to make his life better, and just make it worse in a different sense ^^;; lol)
A/N: I just thought about all the events I want to take place before Rea even gets to Hogwarts and I nearly cried! T.T At this rate, I'm looking at a minimum of five chapters before she even gets her letter! . … I can fix this! Maybe… We'll see XD lol Either way, I have to resign myself to the fact that I need to buckle down and prepare for the long haul… (This story's length might scare me! lol)
That being said, I HAVE A QUESTION: What would you prefer? The story being broken up into "Years" and made into a collection of "sequels". OR would you like me to just put all the years into this one and make a massive chapter story? (I hope I'm explaining my thoughts properly… I'm currently running on coffee XD lol) I'll make it a poll, or you can comment your thoughts/preferences :D
Special Thanks to sevianclaer. kuro and jem1912 for starting my New Year off right! I really appreciate your kind words and look forward to keeping you entertained in 2014!
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Chapter Seven: Tea for Being
Word Count: 5,160 (Hope this makes up for the delay ^^;; lol)
Beta: None at the moment, all mistakes are mine .
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Close to four months had passed since the events in Anom Alley and Rea was quite pleased.
Aside from the move to Britain and getting acclimated to the new surroundings Rea had been practicing her speech, which had improved exponentially! Who knew something as simple as talking every day and asking questions could help one's voice?
Okay, so Rea had KNOWN it would help but she had not had the opportunity to do so until recently.
'Thank Merlin for my parents.' Rea thought happily as she walked gracefully around the room, a book perched precariously upon her head, and danced around the occasional leaf or vine in her path.
Another thing she had been practicing: her grace and poise. A model did not slouch… nor did a Pureblood, for that matter. She needed to be prim, proper, and on her best behaviour at all times regardless of whether she was playing the part of a "dutiful daughter" or an up-and-coming "iconic idol."
Well, the behaviour part was not an issue in the slightest. She had been forced to be good when she was younger, with dire consequences should she falter, so it came naturally. The prim and proper however… those took a little getting used to.
But she had been more than happy to tackle the challenge!
Now? She dare say she was close to becoming a master just like her mum! She "practiced" for fun nowadays rather than any real need to do so and her parents couldn't be happier. It was as if her past had never happened…
Then again, as far as she and her family were concerned, it HADN'T. She was Caesarea Didina Noir, Heiress of the House of Noir. Born a Hermaphrodite who felt comfortable as a female, even though that would keep her from being the Heir. Should the need arise she could become such, but she had a feeling a brother would be coming along in the near future…
Well okay, maybe it wasn't so much a feeling as it was Vesta's comment that her mother was expecting a hatchling. But Rea wasn't about to ruin the surprise, even though she had a question she was dying to ask them. No, she would be good. She would wait for her parents to tell her the news and then she would make her inquiry.
§ How long does it take for Humans to realize they have young on the way? § Vesta, who had known the day it happened, had posed the question to Rea every day since.
Rea, however, always gave the same response, § How should I know? I'm just a hatchling! § To which both serpent speakers laughed.
"Ah, speaking to your friend again I see." Axerod chuckled from just inside the doorway.
"Axerod, have you no manners? One must knock before entering the room of a Lady." Rea had heard that several times over the course of the last few months and couldn't help but use the phrase herself... even if she didn't really mean it.
The goblin chuckled. "But milady, you left your door ajar." Axerod playfully pointed out, knowing that the child wasn't serious.
§ Well duh, how else am I to come and go as I please? Magic? Not in this form, buddy! § Vesta responded and Rea giggled.
"Also, I haven't actually entered your rooms. I'm merely loitering about in the doorway." Axerod smirked.
§ He has a valid point. § Vesta snake-shrugged and looked at the girl from her usual perch around Rea's shoulders.
"Well do be a dear and enter, I can't have you loitering about. You are family after all." Rea smiled and motioned for the goblin to enter.
Axerod nodded and with a chuckle did as the child requested. Honestly, he was quite pleased with "Doll's" progress… and her attitude in general.
The goblin didn't waste any time and sat down in the comfortable rocking chair, which was only a few feet from the door. Rea was used to having her family visit so she tried to make things as convenient for them all as possible. The chair's placement also acknowledged the fact she understood none of them wanted to venture too far into her domain.
'That child is something else.' Axerod thought with fondness. It was rare that a Witch or Wizard showed respect to goblins, much less cared about them or their feelings, but Rea? 'Yes, truly one of a kind.'
"Would you like some tea, Uncle? I can have Punkin bring some up…"
A pop was heard and said House Elf bounced around happily.
"Did Punkin Princess call for her? Can Punkin get something for her Princess?" The young House Elf asked excitedly and Axerod noticed her speech had improved much like that of the young Heiress.
'Rea must be working with her.' The goblin thought with mild surprise.
Only mild. From the first time he'd met the child he realized she was full of surprises and he needed to be ready to just "flow with the punches" unless he wanted to suffer a heart attack from the excess excitement the girl was sure to bring to his life.
"Can we have some tea, Punkin? Please bring enough for all of us. I want to have a tea party and for you to join!" Rea stated politely, but one could see the excitement shining in her emerald eyes.
Regardless of how mature she acted, the girl was still only a child of four and could properly enjoy what adults tended to take for granted.
"One tea party comin' up!" Punkin exclaimed and, with a snap of her fingers, the room rearranged to accommodate such an event without Axerod needing to move so much as an inch. "Back in a flash!" And with a pop the House Elf was off to get tea.
"Punkin is amazing." Rea hummed as she made her way over to the table Axerod now sat before. "Do you like how she helped decorate my room for me?"
Axerod had noticed, but had refrained from commenting. Now that Rea herself had broached the subject, however…
"It looks like a jungle in here."
Sure enough, the room was filled with lush greenery. In fact, Axerod could no longer see the doors which lead to the child's bedroom or the bathroom, the plant life completely obscured one's view of the walls. And the ceiling, where vines looked to have had a field day.
'Though the flowers are lovely.' The goblin could appreciate the fact that the majority of the plants within the room yielded blossoms of some sort. 'And wasn't there a closet in here somewhere?' Yeah…
That door was hidden as well.
§ Rainforest. § Vesta stated as she looked at the goblin, knowing full well that her Speaker would relay the message.
"Rainforest." Rea translated, as expected, though she did so with a smirk. "I wanted Vesta to feel more comfortable." She added.
'As well as hide her.' Axerod had to hand it to her, it was a brilliant plan. 'If it can hide her rooms, the plants can surely hide Vesta as well…' Then there was the added bonus that most would avoid venturing into the child's domain for fear of becoming lost in the foliage.
"Is that where your friend hails from?" Axerod asked with a knowing look in his eyes as he gazed at said "friend."
§ Perhaps. § Rea could hear the smirk in the serpent's voice and knew by the Naga's tone that it was not.
"She doesn't want to say." Rea laughed lightly.
"I understand." Axerod nodded his head towards the serpent. "Will you be joining us for tea?" He inquired. "Rea's parents are out for the day and should not be home until late."
§ Have I told you lately that I simply adore this goblin? § Vesta chuckled as she eased down from around the child's shoulders and onto the floor.
"Have I told you lately how much Vesta loves you?" Rea inquired and could swear a slight blush graced the goblin's cheeks.
§ Adore! Not love, I ADORE him. There's a difference! § Vesta complained from where she was on the floor and Rea laughed aloud.
§ Sure there is. § Rea barely got the sentence out before she was smacked upside the back of her head.
Gently of course, but a rather noticeable gesture that earned the Naga a glare.
§ No fair! § Rea exclaimed with a slight pout on her cute little lips.
§ What's not fair about me transforming to defend myself? § Vesta chuckled as she stood in all her Naga glory beside the young Speaker.
Well, as much as a Human with the lower half of a snake can stand at any rate.
Axerod couldn't help himself and stared. Sure he'd seen Vesta in her true form before, but the Being was positively stunning and he couldn't help but drink in the view every time. The woman was gorgeous!
Her silken locks were so black they had a blue -almost violet- tint to them and seemed to change at the slightest movement. The thick, dark hair flowed down her back and spilled over her front to cover her otherwise bare breasts. Not that he meant to stare at her naked bossom, mind you, but with the faint scar that looked undoubtably like a pentagram -with a gem in the center- placed right smack dab inthe middle of her chest...well, he couldn't help it sometimes!
'Moving on to less dangerous territory...'
Despite the Naga's sharp tongue, her features were actually quite soft and gentle. Amethyst eyes held a kind, caring light to them but all occupants of the room knew those snake eyes could turn cold and cruel at a moment's notice should the need arise…
Or if someone ticked the Naga off.
'I'm still surprised the woman isn't a redhead.' That had been the largest shock to the goblin when he realized he was under the same roof as a Legendary Being.
Why wasn't the discovery of the Naga herself more alarming? Oh that was an easy one to answer, Axerod had learned early on to expect the unexpected… ESPECIALLY when it involved Rea.
"I always wanted to ask, why are you naked? Do you want some clothes?" Rea asked and Axerod mentally cursed the child.
'Trying to spoil my fun.' Axerod internally grumbled.
What? He might find females to be frightening beyond belief, but he was still male and could at least enjoying LOOKING at the fairer sex along with the rest of them!
§ Thanks, but no thanks. I find them annoying, as do many of my kind. In fact, the only time we wear anything even resembling your Human version of clothing is for decoration… mainly during special occasions. §
"And Vesta's response is?" Axerod inquired, honestly curious about it. The answer had seemed rather long and drawn out for a simple "yes" or "no."
"She says they are annoying and her kind don't really wear clothes… er, why do Humans and Goblins wear them then?" Rea was full of questions and Axerod was glad that she was confident enough to voice them…
He just wished it was something less embarrassing
"Because Goblins are materialistic and Humans, uh… Well, during certain...rituals they don't but, um…" Axerod tried his darndest to keep from resembling a slowly ripening tomato. "It's just not socially acceptable among Humans to go without clothing." He finished lamely.
"I see…" Rea trailed off as she nodded to herself. "Perhaps I should inquire about that to Mum and Dad, seeing as they are Human and all?"
"Yeah, you do that." Axerod nodded. 'Better them than me.'
§ It's because a Human's skin is not nearly as tough as a Naga's. They wear it for protection, as well as modesty. §
"Oh, alright… But then why don't Nagas wear it for modesty?"
§ We are blessed by Magic and nurtured by Mother Earth. We like to connect with Lady Gaia to the fullest and do not let something like "modesty" stand in our way. § Vesta stated proudly before a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. § Besides, our lower halves are covered comparatively speaking. § The woman laughed as she gestured toward her lovely tail, which she had wrapped around a chair so that she may sit at the table with the others.
A soft "pop" and a tray appearing on the table warned the trio of Punkin's arrival.
"Sorry it took so long Princess, Punkin decided to go to your favorite cake shop and grab some treats." And sure enough the House Elf had appeared holding a second tray full of confectionary goodies.
"Thank you Punkin." Rea said formally, but the others knew inside the child was doing a little happy dance.
"Tis Punkin's pleasure, Princess." The House Elf smiled and set the tray on the table -right alongside the teapot, four cups and saucers- before she took her seat to Rea's left. "Thank you for inviting Punkin. It's an honor to have tea with Princess and the Legendary Lady." She bowed her head to the females. "Him too." She nodded at Axerod, almost as an afterthought.
'Looks like Rea's taught her more than how to speak.' Just what the world needed, a sarcastic House Elf.
"May Punkin clean Legendary Lady's scales for her later?" The House Elf inquired as she looked at the Naga's tail almost longingly.
"Fine, I see how it is now. One must either be Rea herself or have magnificent scales to get respect around here." Axerod chuckled before his eyes locked with Vesta's gaze. "They really are breathtaking and match your hair perfectly."
"Are all Nagas like that?" Rea spoke up suddenly, before things got mushy. "Able to tell their hair colour by their scales I mean?" She clarified. Though she had asked to avoid an awkward moment, her curiosity really was getting the best of her.
'I wouldn't be surprised if Rea went up and started interrogating a bloody Dark Lord. Good thing there aren't any around...yet.'
Sadly, Axerod knew that as long as those with a Dark affinity were being oppressed then another Dark Lord would come along sooner or later. Not that he was against the Dark gaining equal rights, quite the opposite actually, but it was the war that followed the rise of a Dark Lord which Axerod was worried about.
Granted, he liked wars. Axerod was damn good at them and his reputation among the goblins spoke of his prowess on the battlefield. However, he did not want Rea to have to endure the hardships that came along with war, nor the heartache the casualties would bring.
§ Hmmm… §
Vesta's hiss brought Axerod out of his rather morbid thoughts and he smiled at the woman. Even if the Naga hadn't a clue as to what he'd been thinking, he was sure -by the look in her eyes- she had purposefully made an unnecessary addition to her explanation just to get his attention.
§ If one is lucky, their colouring will compliment them brilliantly... though there was this one time I met a Naga with lime green scales and orange hair. He really knew how to stand out. § Vesta snickered and Rea couldn't help but giggle as well.
"I'm afraid to ask." Axerod shook his head and Punkin nodded her agreement, instead she opted to ignore it and serve everyone tea.
Rea shrugged and let Punkin do her thing. The child had learned early on not to get in the way of a House Elf and what they deemed to be their responsibility. The memory of Rea being teleported out of the kitchen a grand total of ten times -in one day- was fresh in everyone's minds.
"Soooo... What are your plans for Christmas?"
"The House of Noir prefers to give thanks to Magic by celebrating Yule." Rea replied automatically.
"Ah yes, the House does observe the Old Ways." Axerod smiled in approval. "However, I overheard a particular couple planning to get a certain someone some gifts, so..."
§ I have a gift idea in mind. § Vesta commented with a wicked grin.
And so the planning commenced.
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A few days after the tea party Axerod knocked on the door to Ry's study. The Human had the day off and the Goblin planned to take advantage of the opportunity. There was something he had been meaning to talk to the man about for a while now, but they had both been rather busy as of late.
"Come in." Rynell's voice came through the door and Axerod did not hesitate to enter.
"So this is where you've been hiding." Axerod smirked as he closed the door behind him.
"Oh hardy-har-har. As if I would hide from you." Ry shook his head with a small smile.
"Not me." The goblin agreed as he made himself comfortable in the chair which was placed in front of Rynell's desk. "The mountain of invitations you and your wife have been bombarded with recently." He chuckled and Ry groaned.
Not very Pureblood-like, but the goblin hadn't been exaggerating when he said "mountain" of invites. The brunette man was just glad his wife was so bloody amazing, otherwise he would probably be ready to go off the deep end by now.
"Apparently we could avoid all but one of them. The excuse being Rea was busy getting settled in and wasn't comfortable enough with the new country yet to venture out."
Axerod snorted. "Which is total bullshit seeing as the child is the most adaptable person I have ever met."
"Yes, well… it was better than saying "we aren't ready to let you sink your claws into her yet." Really, some of these Pureblood mothers are crazy persistent." Ry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Females are scary, especially when their young are involved." The attempt at commiserating was appreciated, but it was obviously not what the goblin had come for.
"What do you need Axerod?" Ry inquired after a few moments, not bothering to try and read the other male.
Goblins were by far some of the hardest beings to read. If one thing was for certain though, it was that Ry knew who NOT to play cards or bet against.
"It's about Rea…" The goblin started and gained the father's full attention. "Have you noticed her room lately?"
Axerod decided it would be best to feel out the situation a little bit and see how much the Humans knew about what was happening.
The Pureblood nodded and a slight smile graced his lips. "We try not to intrude, though I have noticed her rather… lush and lively decor. I thought Punkin might have gotten a little carried away with the redecorating, but Rea likes it so we decided not to press the issue." Ry looked into Axerod's dark eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "There isn't a problem, is there? If so…"
"No, no, not at all." Axerod waved off the man's worry and tried to reassure the protective father at the same time.
"Good." The Head of Noir sighed, relieved. "Though I must admit, we should probably invest in a greenhouse. I dare say that Rea might take to Herbology like a duck to water." He smiled proudly at the thought of his talented daughter.
"Among other things." Axerod murmured.
"What do you mean?" Ry raised an eyebrow in question as he leaned forward and rested his head in his hand, a universal sign that the man was willing to endure a long explanation if need be.
"Rynell… what do you know of the Primal Spirits?"
The brunette frowned and looked to contemplate something for a moment before he sighed and shook his head.
"Not much unfortunately. I know that Goblins and other creatures are more in-tune with them than Humans."
"They used to be. Back in the time of Merlin, Magical Humans were as blessed by the Primals as the other Beings. But over time… the Wizarding World started to distance themselves from their Magical brethren, began to label them and treat them as lesser beings, and for that the Primals withdrew from the Humans." Axerod stated sadly.
The goblin hadn't personally lived through that particular event, but it still weighed heavily on the minds of all Beings. It had been a tragic time in history and Beings could do nothing but watch as the Humans fell further and further.
"I never knew that." Ry looked stunned at the information. "Why is it not written in our history? Why is it not taught? One must learn from the past, lest they repeat it…" How could their kind have overlooked something so monumental?
Then again, judging by the current political figureheads and whatnot… was Rynell really all that surprised?
'For how long have politicians been covering up their blunders?' If that had been the motivation behind hiding this information from future generations, than their current lack of knowledge wasn't such a shock after all.
The man sighed and placed his head in his hands. "It's not like there is anything I can do about it…" He trailed off and looked up at the goblin. "But what does all that have to do with my daughter?"
Axerod smirked as he leaned back in his chair, placed his hands behind his head, and made himself comfortable.
"Well, "all that" has EVERYTHING to do with your daughter." Axerod chuckled at the confused look on the Wizard's face. "Congratulations, my friend, your child is the first Human to be blessed by the Primals since Merlin."
Axerod had to admit, out of all the reactions he had been expecting from the Pureblood… fainting was not one of them.
'I'm going to have to find a good therapist.' Though whether said specialist would be for him or Rynell was still up for debate. 'Maybe we can get a two-for-one special.'
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Rea wasn't entirely sure what had happened, but her Dad started to look at her differently.
Not in a bad way, no. It was nothing like the hateful glances the Dursleys had once sent her way, or anything remotely negative like that. Far from it in fact. She just couldn't place her finger on what the emotion was though… or what had changed to cause such a reaction in the first place.
§ What's on your mind, little Speaker? §
Rea sighed. She couldn't hide anything from Vesta… then again, that might have something to do with the fact said serpent hung out around her shoulders all day and could more than likely feel any irregularity. Sure her posture looked presentable at all times, but when a Being could feel every little movement or any tension one might have...
"One of these days I'm not going to let you ride about on me, and THEN we shall see whether or not you can read me."
§ Hush now, it's for your own good. I can't have my little Speaker bottling up her emotions. Besides, you can talk to me about anything. §
"And what makes you say that?" Rea knew it was childish, but she couldn't help herself.
So Vesta was her Familiar… sort of… it didn't mean she could just talk about anything and everything with the woman, right? There had to be some limits. No, there weren't any at the moment or in the foreseeable future, but later on down the road there MIGHT be something that Rea will not want anyone to know about. Someone might overhear them or...
§ Hello, Parseltongue? It's not like anyone can understand us so you can, quite literally, talk to me about ANYTHING and no one will be the wiser… §
And Rea almost smacked herself.
§ Guess I've gotten so used to talking to you in English that it had slipped my mind. § Rea admitted sheepishly.
§ Continue to talk to me in English, but don't forget. Keep the truth in the back of your mind, and use it if you really need to. A back up plan, or to show off to those who you know will not betray you. § It was a warning -spoken in a soothing tone- but a word of caution nonetheless and it made Rea shiver.
Yes, she had seen what people could be like to those who spoke the serpent tongue and it wasn't pretty. Even though they had been Muggles, she was not keen on learning what Magicals would do if the wrong sort found out.
"English it is."
"Rea, dear, there you are!" Zemi called happily as she made her way to her adorable young daughter. "Are you up for some shopping?" She smiled and Rea's eyes lit up.
"Aren't I always?" What? It's a girl thing. "May I inquire as to the occasion?"
Zemi nodded as she gently grasped her daughter's hand and set off in the direction of the fireplace, which just so happened to be downstairs in the family room.
"Yes." Zemi sighed and patted Rea's hand. "I'm sorry. I managed to talk us out of all the parties except for one. The Malfoys always hold a Winter Gala and…"
"Everybody who is anybody will be there and there's no getting around it without snubbing a very influential family." Rea finished for her.
"Precisely." Zemi laughed lightly as her eyes shone with pride. "Oh, what a brilliant child I have. You make me so proud!" She gushed and grabbed Rea up into a hug.
§ And the hormones are kicking in! § Vesta laughed. § Watch out, there is more to come. § The Naga had warned Rea about what to expect from someone who is "Preggers," but this wasn't half bad.
§ Perhaps you exaggerate. §
§ You wish. §
"Now remember, no Parseltongue in Diagon Alley. The last Dark Lord happened to be a Parselmouth and people are still a bit skittish because of it." Zemi shrugged before she continued to pull her daughter along.
For a pregnant woman, Zemi was awfully energetic.
§ Are you sure… §
§ Positive, though I have to wonder if SHE knows it yet. § Vesta paused as she bounced her head from side to side. § Then again, maybe she does… §
Rea didn't really mind either way. Her Mum was happy, and that's all that mattered.
"We have to get you all dolled up for your debut into Pureblood society. Oh this is going to be such fun!"
Yep, her Mum was super happy…
§ She seems so torn up about not being able to get out of that ONE party. §
§ You read my mind. §
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Rea stood in the family room with a grin that screamed mischief.
Just as her Mum had wanted, Rea had pulled out all the stops when she had gotten ready. The child certainly lived up to the name "Doll," and even went as far as to use some magical hair extensions for good measure.
Punkin had done some light makeup -over the Seal o' Skin Rea applied religiously- and kept it as natural as possible.
"Punkin Princess is beautiful, regardless." Punkin's main focus had been to make Rea's eyes really stand out and the teen House Elf had done a spectacular job!
They had ended up going to a small shop, which wasn't much more than a little known hole in the wall, but they had found the most amazing clothes! Apparently the shop owner was a designer who had more ideas than she knew what to do with because no two were alike.
Not that Rea was complaining. Due to her first dress being a "One of a Kind" she had a fondness for things that were unique. Besides, she was rather special herself!
Rea had ended up with a green dress, but she was extremely pleased with the outcome. She found herself drawn to the colour more than others and finally realized it was her favourite. Which explained a lot…
"Oh, aren't you such a doll!" Rea smiled when she heard the American Witch's exclamation. "Don't you agree, Tubloria?"
"Yes! And her dress is magnificent. I love the black accents, as well as the sheer overlay in key areas. The material even glimmers in the light and changes to an almost violet black, which still goes marvelous with the green."
"I agree!" Migie nodded. "But where is your familiar little Rea?" The skinny Witch inquired as she noticed the snake was not around the child's shoulders per usual.
§ Tubby and Twiggy are here WHY? § Vesta asked from where she was wrapped around the child's waist.
§ I like them. § Rea smiled.
"Oh there she is! I didn't even see her there!" The Witch gasped out, apparently surprised with Vesta's "sudden" appearance.
§ And good news! You blend in with the dress and make an excellent accessory. §
§ Hey! I'm not AN accessory, I am THE greatest asset of all time! § Vesta stated with a "superior" tone. § I can make anything look fabulous. § She added while she stuck her tongue out at the child. § Oh, and don't be too sure about me "blending in." If you haven't noticed, these two aren't the brightest stars in the sky… §
§ Yes, but from what I gather the Ministry officials and whatnot aren't much -if any- more intelligent than these two. §
§ True. § The child had a valid point.
"Now remember, even though your gift is positively amazing, the people in England do not properly respect it." Migie sighed.
"So be sure to speak English at all times." Tubloria reminded with a smile. "And if you need anything… Well, that's why we are coming along!" She added happily.
§ So are they your babysitters or your bodyguards? §
§ Both. Babysitter… § Rea gestured to Migie. § Bodyguard. § The girl smiled at Tubloria.
§ Fitting. § Vesta laughed.
"Ready everyone?" Zemi asked happily as she entered the room.
"My, my… your Mother is positively glowing." The comment sounded offhanded, but held a lot of meaning.
Not that the Witches thought a child would understand.
'If only they knew.'
"And into the Floo we go! Rea darling, you will be coming with Mummy since ...well, you know…"
"Yes, I know. It will make you feel better." Rea agreed and walked up to her Mum.
Tubby and Twiggy didn't need to know the REAL reason was because Rea had awful luck with the Floo when she was by herself. Last time she went to Diagon Alley she had landed in Knockturn Alley by mistake.
Vesta still hasn't let her live it down…
"Let us be off." Zemi cheered and hugged her daughter close while she threw the Floo Powder down. "Malfoy Manor!"
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A/N 2: It just occured to me, but I think I might be a week off… Whoops! Sorry about that. Well, on the bright side I have been working on my outline for DLLaL! As well as writing down plot points, character stats, Being (Creature) backgrounds + definitions and history, research on wand materials and what would be best for 'Rea, then there was learning what are the most popular Newspapers of the time Rea is growing up and…
Is it really any wonder that I've lost an entire week somewhere in there? XD lmao At least you know I'm dedicated to the story ^^;; lol And this chapter is well over twice as long as my usual chapters, so... Please forgive me? ^^;; lol