Same disclaimer.

"It's not my fault! Stupid thing!" Chase whacked the worn leather armchair again. A little upset about leaving New York, Chase continued to take her anger out on the chair. A sound from the doorway caused Chase to stop beating a hole in the leather. George stood in the doorway with a scowl on his face, which was very rare.

"That's my favorite chair. It would be greatly appreciated if you didn't put a hole in it." George shook his pointer finger at Chase. "It is not polite to ruin your hostesses' furniture."

"Now I have another reason to kick your armchair."

"You have anger issues don't ya?" George messed his cousin's hair up before pulling her into a tight hug.

"You really think I wasn't already aware of that?" The rest of the Weasley family piled into the living room. It was a little difficult considering the amount of luggage brought by the Rowleys.

Ginny stayed off to the side for as long as she could. She loved her cousins and had always enjoyed spending time with them. Especially Chase. Chase had made her the quidditch player she was today. Ginny owed her spot on her house team to Chase. No matter what though, Ginny had always envied Chase. It was only natural. Ginny had watched Ron be miserable because he had to wear hand-me-downs and use an out of date broom. It was not fair that Chase and Cat had everything they wanted and more. Ginny had admired Chase for her fantastic grades, lifestyle, looks, and skills at Quidditch. But she was also jealous of Chase for the same reasons. Not to mention her cheery attitude and the way boys flocked to her.

Ginny knew Chase would catch Harry's eye. From her silky chestnut hair and long legs, to her easy going attitude and love of Quidditch, Chase was all Harry could ever want in a girlfriend. Ginny would keep an eye Harry. She would not let her cousin break Harry's heart. Ginny straightened her shirt and placed her glass behind a bookshelf before greeting her family. Her Aunt Heather did not approve of underage drinking.

"Girls we have about four hours until the ceremony! Come eat some breakfast!" Chase groaned at the sound of her aunt's voice. Her head pounded as she tugged her Egyptian cotton Pottery-castle Home duvet cover over her head. Chase rolled off the couch in Ginny's room. She, Hermione, and Ginny had stayed up the night before after the rehearsal dinner chatting about boys and school and fallen asleep on the couch. The ailing Grandmother of Chase and Ginny had come up often. Both families had visited the woman's home in upscale Kensington the day before. Chase's parents mentioned moving into the large home for the rest of the summer. Chase wasn't too happy to hear about that. Ginny and Hermione began to wake up and shuffle around on the couch. Chase pulled on a pair of Cupid Quidditch shorts over her In- T- Mate's boy-shorts and skipped down the stairs. Chase landed on a kitchen chair with a thunk and Mrs. Weasley handed her a mug of coffee.

"Where are Gin and Hermione, love?"

"Upstairs I guess. What time do we have to be at the church?" The sound of stampede came from above. "I'm thinking the boys are up."

"Move out of the way! Bloody hell Cat!" Fred snatched a muffin out of Chase's hand and sat down next to his cousin. In a matter of seconds, the entire kitchen was overrun by boys. The conversation automatically switched to Quidditch. That happened a lot since the arrival of the Rowleys. Lucky for Ginny, Harry had barely noticed that Chase was a beautiful girl. He was too busy drooling over her five brooms, including a personalized Firebolt Dust 7000, one of only five in the entire world.

"You do have a date for the wedding? Correct? If you don't I know a whole bunch of my mates who love to escort you C!" George flung a grape at Chase's head. A few days before, Chase had visited her cousins' shop and met more than guy interested in something other than her looks and charm: her bank account.

"Of course. Remember! Connor is going with me."

"Connor who?" Harry's head popped off the table, where he had been napping, at the mention of Chase's date.

"Rheese."

"He is Head Boy this coming school year. Ravenclaw. I guess he's brilliant." Harry was still angry that Ron had not been given the honor. There was sarcasm in his voice and Chase could detect it.

"Whatever." She reclaimed her muffin and headed upstairs to change. It was going to be one hell of a day.

"You may now kiss the bride." The petite clergyman, a wizard of course, clapped his hands as Bill leaned in to kiss his adored Fleur. Mrs. Weasley's sobbing could be heard over the guest's clapping. Chase stood up along with everyone else as Fleur and Bill turned to exit the church. Hermione motioned towards the rest of the bridesmaids to help Fleur with her train. It took all four bridesmaids, Hermione, Ginny, Chase and a friend of Fleur's from school and her maid of honor, sister Gabrielle, to safely get Fleur down the aisle with her one thousand galleon gown intact. As Chase assisted Fleur, she caught a glimpse of Connor waving to her from the groom's side of the church. She could not believe how adorable he looked in his Mucci for Hi-Flyer suit. Her mother had been thrilled to see Connor again, even if they were in England and would be leaving in two days. Harry on the other hand did not seem to be too happy about Connor being at the wedding. Hermione said it had to do with some school related thing.

Chase gave Fleur a huge hug but in the back of mind, all she could think of was getting her heels off. She had hid a pair of flats, made of the same fabric of her dress, under her seat where she would sit for dinner. Oh and having a little, well a lot, something to eat.

The reception was absolutely amazing! The lights were dimmed and the romantic tones of a string quartet resounded through the room. Chase slipped on her blue flats which matched her Badgley Mystical silk strapless dress. She had spent half the evening eating, drinking, and socializing with the rest of the bridal party. Not that she had any problem chatting with Ginny and Hermione, who Chase adored, but a few of Bill's friends creeped her out a bit. Maybe it was the champagne?

Connor had endured the never ending lectures of Mr. Rowley and answered each of Mrs. Rowley's questions like a respectable gentleman. He had finally caught Chase's eye and motioned towards the corner of the dance floor where a small sofa was shoved up against the wall. Chase excused herself and practically ran towards Connor's seat. He gently grabbed her hand and lead Chase to the secluded area. After giving her a quick kiss of course. He hoped no one noticed. Chase curled up next to Connor and placed her head on his shoulder. He smelled like Ivory soap and clean clothing.

"Did you get a chance to read my letter?"

"No. Everything has been so a mess! Just plain crazy!" Connor's smile drooped a little. Chase kissed Connor on the cheek before he could become more depressed. "I did put a charm on your rose so it will never die."

"Really?" Connor smirked slightly. A very cute smirk. Chase played with Connor's Harriet Winsome platinum cufflinks while ranting about New York.

"He can be such an asshole! Well. That he is how is pretty much all the time."

"Who?"

"Ansley's ex-boyfriend. Heath Fordson. Don't you have a few extra sweet English friends I could hook Ansley up with? She needs someone with class."

"Unfortunately all my mates are too busy with Quidditch or have their noses stuck in a book."

"That is fine. Ansley likes to read. As long as the book has nothing to do with mummies. We had to study them during our Ancient Egypt section in Muggle studies. Ansley ran out of the room she was so grossed out!" Chase was giggling like crazy when Ginny walked over.

"Your mum needs to talk to you. She's over there with your dad. Good luck Chase. They look pretty angry. And I think they are a little pissed. That does not make for a good combination. Chase kissed Connor again before sauntering off towards her parents. Cat was with them and he did not look too thrilled.

"We just got an owl from St. Mungo's."

"What?"?

"It is the local wizarding hospital."

"Oh."

"Grandmum is not doing so well."

"And we decided that someone should move in with her. Maybe it will only be temporary. But. Mom and I are going to be here for work anyway. So, tomorrow Mom and I will enroll you in Hogwarts. Later in the school year you can both transfer back, as long as Grandmum is mentally stable." Cat looked at Chase. Chase looked at Cat. No matter how her father worded it, the point of their conversation would be the same. No more California.

"But I am Captain this year." Chase spoke first. She dug her manicured hands into her palms.

"There is a school team at Hogwarts. Four actually. One for..." Chase cut her dad off. She had heard about Hogwarts about a billion times.

"But I am Captain. Does Captain mean anything to you? I know it means a whole hell of a lot to my teammates."

"You are not to curse at your father. Do you understand me." Chase's mother gripped Chase's wrist tightly.

"You are being beyond ridiculous."

"Actually. I am being perfectly reasonable." Chase's father ran his hand through his white flecked hair. His Harriet Winsome wedding band glinted in the dim light. "What do you think Cat?"

"I hate California." Chase whacked him on the forehead. She knew Cat would seize the chance to leave California. No matter the consequences. "Bitch." Chase grabbed the wine glass in her mother's hand and gulped it down. There goes her evening.