Episode 22- Mysteries and Invitations
June 1992
"I destroy my enemies by making them my friends," Abraham Lincon
"You're still alive," Daphne said as Hermione entered the Syltherin dorm a few days later.
"So how was it being a Gryffindor meat shield," Pansy said.
"You are being too kind, Pansy," Tracy said. "I think deadweight is the more correct term here. While miss guided, Millie actually saved the Longbottom heir from his own stupidity, which could prove useful in the future."
"She also saved Ron and Harry," Hermione said.
"Yes, the so called chosen one, and a blood traitor," Daphne said. "Neither of which are hardly worth mentioning."
"What…!?" Hermione blurted out. "How can you be so callus."
"Ladies, let me assist you in explaining things to the mudblood," Draco said, waiting as each of the girls nodded. "What you know is important, but who you know is even more important. Connections are everything when it comes to the magical world. Family is king in the wizarding world, alliances forged with magic and blood, and favors can be worth more than gold."
"But that's nepotism," Hermione shot back.
"It's the truth of the world mudblood," Draco said.
"Should Millie wish to, she could probably extract a life debt from Longbottom, Weasley, and Potter. Three irrevocable favors that could help catapult her career, or be used to ferment further alliances with other families," Draco said.
"Interesting," Daphne said, turning towards Millie.
"I didn't know that," Millie said.
"Sadly it seems that you do not owe Potter a life debt as you were unable to help him during the trials," Draco said.
"That's not true," Millie said.
"It's not," Tracy said.
"No Hermione saved me from the Cerberus," Millie said.
"While I have my doubts as you are the only witness, it is believable with her shrieky irritating voice," Daphne said.
"It is….. Not," Hermione said her voice cracking high pitched and irritating.
"I prove my point," Daphne said.
"And Millie handled the plants, Ron played the chess game, while Millie and Neville handled the troll. Harry solved the riddle, and confronted someone in the 7th chamber. So what exactly did you do," Tracy said.
"Good your back, now get to work, we have been missing tea time," Liz snapped entering the common room.
"Yes, Mistress," Hermione sighed.
Break
"Hermione," Millie whispered.
"Millie," Hermione moaned looking into the darkness.
"Come with me," Millie said.
"Millie," Hermione said as she was pulled from her bed.
"Sssshhh," Millie said, pulling her out into the common room.
"Millie what is going on," Hermione asked before the girl hugged her tightly.
"I'm glad you're ok, I was so worried when you left with Harry and then came back unconscious," she said.
"Thanks, I'm glad you're ok too. I was worried about you facing the troll."
"I asked the plants to handle that meanie for me," Millie said.
Her eyes widened staring at her friend. "You asked the plants to fight the troll."
"Yes, I said I would give them extra fertilizer if they would deal with it," Millie explained.
"Ok then," Hermione said.
"So what happened in the final chambers," Millie asked.
"What is everyone saying happened in the final chambers," Hermione asked. "It's still a little blurry to me."
"Harry solved the riddle with your help, before facing a possessed Professor Quierrel in the chamber killing him," Millie said.
"Oh," Hermione gasped.
"Yeah, it's pretty crazy, the rumor mill says it could have been Voldemort possessing Quierrel. "So what happened?"
"..." Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes tight. "I don't remember much. We passed through the door and I was blasted against the wall. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt," Hermione explained.
"I'm sorry," Millie said, hugging her. "Let's get you back into bed.
Break
Neville, Harry, Ron,
I know I could call in a life debt over the issues with the second chamber, so let me be clear I am not, calling in a life debt, nor will I do so in the future.
Millicent Blustrode
"No problem Millie," Neville said looking over the letter in his hand.
"I don't understand," Harry said.
"Like I would do anything for you," Ron said crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the trash.
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"It seems it is time to award the house cup," Dumbledore said looking out over the crowd. "But before that I have a few last minute points to award." Dumbledore said as the students.
"Oh come on, just give us the cup already," was the collective groan from Syltherin.
"For showing exceptional friendship in cross house boundaries I award Millicent Blustrode 25 house points," Dumbledore said as the Slytherins cheered.
"Will wonders never cease, you can actually do something right," Daphne said.
"Thank you," Millie said, swallowing some cake.
"Woah easy on the cake there tubbo," Pansy said poking Millie in the side.
"For providing assistance to those in need, I award Hermione Granger 10 house points," Dumbledore said.
"That's a load of crap," Millie whispered to Hermione.
"Wow is that the first time you've actually earned house points," Tracy said.
"Yes," Hermione muttered, sinking lower in her seat.
"For showing exceptional courage and bravery in the face of adversity I award Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter 50 house points each," Dumbledore said as everyone watched the counters change. Slytherins commanding lead slowly dropped as Gryffindor's points continued to rise with their cheers, while the house of silver and green were stunned to silence.
"We won the house cup," the Gryffindor's exploded with cheers.
"What!" the Syltherins roared.
"This is all your fault," Daphne, Tracy, and Pansy hissed looking at Hermione.
"If you had earned at least as many as Millie we would have still won," Liz added.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said wishing she could vanish under the table.
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"Who is it," Ron said as a knock sounded on the door.
"Um, excuse me, but I was wondering if maybe I could talk to Harry," Hermione said softly.
"And why should we…" Ron said.
"You know damn well why," Neville said.
"She barely did anything, and she's a snake," Ron grumbled.
"Who Lavender and Parvati like, now move it," Neville said.
"Fine, I guess we owe you that much for not stealing our glory this time," Ron said before leaving. "You're still just a snake," he said before walking out.
"Sorry about that," Harry said softly.
"I'm used to it," Hermione said.
"You shouldn't have to get used to it," Harry said looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"True, but how are you doing with all this," Hermione asked.
"Ok I guess," Harry said.
"If you want to talk about it I'll listen," Hermione asked.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"It's just I don't know how I did it," Harry said.
"Did what," Hermione asked.
"..." Harry said nothing just turning to look out the window.
"It's alright, if you ever need to talk I will listen," Hermione said before leaving.
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Hermione,
Are you ok? I heard Daphne say you did something crazy and dangerous. If you're having nightmares you can have my Abby doll. She likes to put them on her pancakes for breakfast.
Astoria
"Something happened at that damn school," Emma growled watching Hermione whimper in her sleep.
"I know, but she won't talk about it," Dan said.
"Voldemort," Hermione whimpered.
"Is that one of her teachers," Dan asked.
"I don't know," Emma said, placing a doll with silver hair in the shape of a young school girl wearing a cute frilly pink and white magical girl outfit holding a wand in her daughter's hands who held it tight.
"Ilya… Quintett Feuer," Hermione muttered. "Take that Voldemort," Hermione whispered a small smile forming on her lips.
Astoria,
Thank you, it was scary, and nightmares are stupid, but my dad got me an Ilya doll. She likes to make bad dreams go all explody.
Hermione
Hermione,
You got an Ilya doll, I'm so jealous. And we should totally play grail wars sometime. I'm not very good, but I could teach you if you like.
Astoria
Astoria,
Yes, that sounds awesome.
Hermione
"Mom, Astoria said she'd play Grail Wars, that means she's my friend right," an excited Hermione said, rushing into her parents room holding her Ilya doll.
"Thank you Astoria," Emma said, a tear leaking from her eye as she read the letter.
"It seems you need at least 7 to play, and your father is the one who always seems to find them," Emma said.
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"Where's Hermione," Emma asked coming down the stairs.
"Out on roller blades of all things," Dan said.
"Wow…" Emma said. "Since when did our daughter become so active?"
"Is it really all that surprising and I would say since Christmas," Dan said.
"Ok, you got me there," Emma said. "But have you noticed anything different about Hermione lately."
"I think you are going to have to be more specific than that," Dan said, watching through the window as Hermione attempted using inline skates.
"It's just…" Emma said. "She called me mommy the other day."
"She called me daddy and wanted to hold my hand when we went shopping, and I've never seen her excited for dolls before," Dan said.
"You don't think it's some form of trauma induced regression," Emma said.
"I was never much for Freud or psychology but it's possible," Dan said.
"What can we do though," Emma said.
"Beats me, if Hermione won't talk to us about it, she's not going to open up to shrink, not to mention the no talking about magic thing," Dan said.
The couple paused watching Hermione get used to her rollerblades toppling into the grass a few times. "At least she is smiling," Emma said.
"Yes, and I won't lie that seeing her act like a normal child is refreshing," Dan said.
"She always was a precocious one," Emma said. "But I'd better get going."
"Oh…." Dan said.
"I thought I told you this morning that I was going to the Hogwarts Parent Teacher Association," Emma said.
"Right," Dan said, smacking his forehead. "But aren't you going with Maggie," Dan said.
"Yes, she should be arriving any minute," Emma said.
"How about now," Maggie said, stepping out of the fireplace.
"Well that's a thing," a shocked Dan said.
"Maggie," Emma said, turning around.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Granger," Millie said from behind her mother.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Millicent," Emma said.
"Hermione, there is someone here for you," Dan said, calling outside.
"Millie!" a brown haired missile exclaimed. "Oh crap steps!," Hermione yelped as her rollerblades caught on the steps sending her tumbling inside only coming to a stop after barrelling Millie over.
"Impressive," Mr. Blustrode said.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hermione said, jumping up right only to slide on the wooden floor, limbs flailing. "Oh crap," she yelped before falling on her behind. "Sorry," Hermone said, scratching her head tongue partially hanging out as she smiled.
"Maybe take the skates off first next time Hermione," Emma said.
"Right," Hermione said quickly, pulling her skates off.
"Are you ok Hermione," Millie asked as the brown haired girl scampered to her feet.
"Yep," Hermione said. "So do you want to see my room, and then we can work on our summer homework."
"Yes," Millie replied, a smile forming on her lips as Hermione showed her friend upstairs.
"Emma this is my husband Alex," Maggie said.
"Nice to meet you," Dan and Emma said.
"I want you to know I spoke to Millicent about what happened and…" Alex said.
"Hermione told us not to blame her and she'd rather it be her, than one of her friends," Emma said.
"Thank you," Alex and Maggie replied, growing teary eyed.
"That's what friends are for," Dan said. "Now why don't we enjoy a pint, while our wives have a girls night out."
"Sure what do you have," Alex said.
"German Lager, and French Pilsner," Dan said.
"Think we can trust our husbands together," Emma said.
"Probably, Alex said. "But are you ready to go," Maggie said looking at Emma's outfit.
"Yes, why," Emma said in her old mom jeans with a yellow t-shirt that ran up a little showing a pasty roll of flesh beginning to fold over the waist band. Large glasses and frizzy brown hair completed the look. "I mean it's just a PTA meeting, not a gala event or something.
"No reason," Maggie said nervously, smoothing out the blue long sleeve jacket and dress combination whose buttons were straining to contain Maggie's rubenesque figure, teetering on high heels that were probably a bit too high and small for her feet.
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"This isn't like any PTA meeting I've ever seen," Emma said as they walked into a large ballroom, with women in expensive dresses and even a few evening gowns, while the men were decked out in suits and tuxedos.
"Who let the muggle in," a haughty female voice said walking over looking down her aristocratic nose at the shorter woman.
"Come on Emma," Maggie said softly, taking Emma's arm.
"My name is Emma Granger not muggle…. Miss….." Emma said not backing down even as the woman loomed over her.
"Evangeline Tuttle," the woman said, taking the last champagne flute from a shiny silver serving tray..
"You must be Liz's mother then," Emma said.
"Honestly, I don't know why she must use that horrid nickname. Elizabeth is a perfectly fine name," Evangeline said. "But what can I do for you muggle."
"My name is Emma Granger, and you can start by getting your daughter to stop forcing my daughter to be her maid," Emma said.
"Come on Emma," Maggie said tugging Emma's arm.
"Why?" Elizabeth said. "By all accounts she is doing an adequate job. I hear that she's even doing tea time for the Ravenclaws on occasion."
"Hermione didn't say anything about that," Emma muttered.
Elizabeth leaned over to look Emma in the eye. "Perhaps that is because she has found her goal in life and rather enjoys being a maid serving her betters."
"Your daughter is not better than mine," Emma hissed.
"Hahahahahaha," Evangeline cackled, leaning back her head high in the air as her voice filled the room. "That's a good one," Evangeline said, pulling out her wand. "But mother like daughter I suppose, so I will just have to train you," she added.
"Evangeline you can't…." Maggie said.
"Why not everyone here knows about magic, and it's not like I'm doing it to her, just her clothes," Evangeline said.
"Go ahead," Emma said looking the taller woman in the eye. "I'm sure what you are about to do is perfectly legal, but I'll just say that my name is Emma Granger."
"Ancilla transformatio," Evangeline said while moving her hand in some sort of gesture the uninitiated might consider a weird form of sign language.
Emma, like her daughter at least until recently, was not the most athletic person in the world, but for this she didn't have to be. Yanking the silver tray out of the air she held it in front of herself as the magic leapt from Evangeline's wand. The multicolored spell impacted the silver tray throwing Emma back before rebounding off.
"What!" Evangeline squeaked as her own spell impacted her, tossing her to the ground.
"Emma," Maggie said, rushing to her friend.
"Ugh bad idea," Emma groaned.
"What did you do to me," Evangeline hissed as her expensive silk gown began to change flowing fabric shrinking against her body turning into a short black mini dress lined with white frills. The dress hugged her curves tightly putting her breasts on full display. The elaborate hair piece turned into a lacy french maid cap, while her cute heels turned into ridiculous high heeled boots that encased her long legs.
"Nothing," Emma said.
"This is not nothing," Evangeline growled struggling to stand in the boots. "I will have you arrested."
"For what, getting hit with your own spell," Mrs. Brown said walking over. "Finite," she said, canceling the transformation. "I will say I'm impressed, not many people would reflect a spell with a serving tray."
"Emma that was amazing," Maggie said.
"Magic is sparkly magical lights, and silver is reflective," Emma said as Evangeline slinked back into the party.
"Truly muggles are the worst, can't seem to go anywhere without causing a fuss," Catherine said as she sashied over while Mrs. Brown beat a hasty retreat.
"I wouldn't call defending myself making a fuss," Emma replied.
"Really look at everyone watching, do you call this not making a scene," Catherine said.
"Is that Emma Granger," a couple of half bloods whispered.
"Well um, I…" Emma said as people began to gawk at her. "It's just…." she muttered, slinking behind Maggie.
"You can't even handle the women of the Hogwarts PTA, how will you ever handle the media frenzy that will be the return of the Just Judges. It's going to be a media frenzy in the magical world and in the muggle one," Catherine said.
"But I um…. Well… you see….. They said it….." Emma whimpered as it seemed like all eyes were on her.
"That it wasn't a big deal," Gwendoline said. "They are calling in caterers from all over. Sorry Maggie, I know you put in a bid for the contract, but sadly they went with someone more attuned to creating delicate, delectable cuisine. It's clear to all you cook and enjoy simplistic hearty meals with your expansive body of knowledge," Gwendoline said as the buttons on Maggie's outfit began to burst her chest expanding and dropping resting on a protruding belly.
"Stop, I needed that…. If I don't ….. Company…. House….," Maggie said quickly, her breathing intensifying as she hunched over holding her chest.
Emma shot the ladies a look. "Relax Maggie, everything will be ok," Emma said.
"No…." Maggie said as a rip cut through the silence.
"You never did stop growing did you," Violet said, placing a champagne flute on Maggie's posterior just above a widening rip in her skirt.
Eyes seemed locked on the full champagne flute as it teetered on the edge waiting to see if it would fall to the floor or spill all over Maggie's dress. What was not expected was for a hand to grab the flute and throw it in Violet's face. "Where the hell do you think you get off," Emma growed. "How can you treat people like this."
"Like what?" Catherine said.
"We are only treating the help with the level of respect it deserves," Violet added.
"And Maggie was really thinking above her station. I mean really, bidding on such a high profile contract," Gwendoline said.
"The help, thinking above your station, what the blutige Hölle is wrong with you people," Emma growled. "You might be gorgeous on the outside but on the inside you are all horrible people," Emma yelled calling out the motionless crowd. "Come on Maggie," Emma said, leading Maggie away.
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"Thank you," Maggie whimpered as they entered the bathroom.
"That's what friends are for and while I might get nervous in crowds, I am sure as hell not going to let them bully my friend," Emma said. "Now let's get you cleaned up," Emma said.
"Thanks, but I think my dress has had it," Maggie sighed, feeling the rip in the skirt as another button popped off her jacket plinking off Emma's glasses.
"Oh my," Emma giggled.
"Ugh, Gwendoline was right I do have cow udders," Maggie groaned.
"Gwendoline is…..," Emma said. "Pardon my german but she is a hundin."
"But it never stops, it doesn't matter what I do," Maggie said. "Ever since I met her at Hogwarts it's been the same thing, to skinny, to fat, flat chested, balloon tits. Nothing I did was ever good enough for them, and I tried to leave it behind after graduation. I was doing pretty good to finally have some success with my catering business, but no Gwendoline couldn't allow that and bought out my contracts and I really needed that one to avoid going bankrupt," Maggie cried tears running down her cheeks.
"How good is your Haggis," Emma asked.
"What?" a teary eyed Maggie said.
"Can you make a decent Haggis," Emma asked.
"I think so, I did come in top three in a Haggis cooking contest at a highland games once," Maggie said. "But not many people really eat Haggis so…"
"Well I think you should make one and send it to the Dwarf Blacksmith guild. Gimley was going on about how it's been so long since he's had a decent haggis," Emma said.
Maggie froze looking up at Emma running makeup, messy hair and all. "Wait, are you telling me that the dwarves like haggis?"
"Yes," Emma said.
"And you are giving me a personal invitation to send them Haggis," Maggie said.
"Yes," Emma said.
"Why?" Maggie asked.
"Why not. They like haggis, you make haggis, they get haggis, and you get business," Emma said.
"But that…." Maggie chuckled.
"Is what friends do," Emma said. "Now let's get you fixed up," she said looking at Maggie's ruined outfit.
"I don't know how you can fix this," Maggie said pointing to the rip in her skirt.
"Can't you just use magic," Emma said.
"They'll just cancel the spell," Maggie sighed. "I should just go home."
"No," Emma said looking at the rip.
"Emma what are you," Maggie said as Emma grabbed her skirt. "Eeeeekkkk!" Maggie squeaked, turning to try and see the rip that now split the bottom of her skirt in half.
"Now just turn the skirt around," Emma said.
"Emma what did you do," Maggie asked.
"Just trust me," Emma said.
"Ok…" Maggie said, shimming the skirt around her waist. "What the…" Maggie gasped looking at her reflection. The skirt looked more like a waist cape, with a black slip preserving her modesty as legs were revealed in dark pantyhose. "It's kind of cute and flirty," Maggie said, swishing her new waist cape about her legs.
"Great," Emma said.
"But what am I going to do about this," Maggie said pointing to her jacket.
"I think I can help with that," Mrs. Brown said, holding up a needle and thread. "Putting a button back on is a simple thing."
"April…" Maggie said.
"I'm sorry….. I should have….." April Brown said.
"It's ok, we both know how horrible they can be," Maggie said.
"Well that doesn't mean I have to like it," Emma said as April quickly put the buttons back on Maggie's jacket.
"You don't understand," April said.
"No I don't, but if what you got was anything like Hermione has told me," Emma said.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Maggie said as April finished her work.
"I'm sorry," Emma said as Maggie put her jacket back on.
"It's alright," Maggie said.
"Sorry I couldn't do anything about the top ones," April said.
"It's fine I could barely breathe with how constricted they were," Maggie said as her breasts threatened to burst out the top of the jacket.
"April can I borrow your scarf," Emma said looking at the white scarf sticking out of her purse.
"Sure," April said, handing it over.
"Now we just tie it like a cute tie," Emma said, leaving two big loops over Millie's chest.
"Oh I like that, very nice, it retains modesty and draws your eyes to it," April said. "Oh and we should let your hair down," April said undoing the tight bun letting Maggie's hair flow freely framing her face and trailing over her shoulders.
"April can you make a little hat to cover her cowlick," Emma whispered.
"It will only be transfigured so it will only last the meeting," April said using a bit of spare fabric to create a cute hat the same color as Maggie's dress before placing it on her head.
"Perfect," Emma said.
"Is that me," Maggie said looking at herself in a cute new outfit. "Yep still fat….." Maggie sighed as the illusion faded.
"Maggie…. You are not fat, you are curvy," Emma said. "If you want fat look at me," she said hefting her stomach. "You are a big beautiful woman whose smile can light up the room, and cook a haggis that the dwarves will love. Now let's get back in there and refuse to give them the satisfaction of driving us off." Emma said.
"Thank you," Maggie said.
"Now get out there and strut your stuff, who cares what a couple of stuck up snobs think," Emma said.
"But what if….." Maggie said.
"Don't give them the pleasure," Emma said.
"I know they will probably mock me for something the minute I go back out there. Fat, ugly, money, it won't matter. But I refuse to give them the pleasure, I can not protect Hermione from her tormentors, but I can damn sure stand up to their mothers. And the next time I'll smack that stupid bitch's nose, with the tray," Emma said.
Maggie and April giggled a bit. "I'd pay to see that." Maggie said.
"So you really did," April gasped.
"One time," a blushing Emma muttered.
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"That was rather interesting," Violet said to Catherine as things returned to normal.
"Well I was curious about her," Catherine said.
"I thought you might have had a hand in things," Violet said.
"Well I did want to see if the rumors about her excitable temper were true," Catherine said.
"And Evangeline just so happened to volunteer to be humiliated like that," Violet said.
"Honestly I didn't expect it to turn into such a humiliating display," Catherine said.
"And the fact that it happened to the mother of the dorm big sister," Violet said.
"Is a rather fortunate accident," Catherine said.
"And the champagne in my face," Violet said.
"That was a rather unfortunate accident, proving that she is more volatile than anticipated. I am more than willing to pay for the cleaning," Catherine said.
"And let you know who designs my dresses, not a chance," Violet replied.
"They didn't leave," Gwendoline said as a smiling Maggie came out of the bathroom followed by Emma.
"Apparently not," Violet said.
"So you stayed," Gwendoline said, walking up to Maggie. "And aren't you worried about flashing anyone."
Maggie froze staring at Gwendoline as she approached, with her red hair, perfect skin, and long lean figure with feminine curves. "Yes," she gulped.
"Maggie, you are looking lovely this evening. Why I simply love the dress, if I had worn something like that when I was younger, I would have had more children than just Frank," Agusta Longbottom said walking over.
"Mrs. Longbottom," Maggie said.
"Please call me Augusta," she replied.
"Ahem," Gwendoline coughed.
"Oh yes, hello Gwendoline," Augusta said. "Now Maggie what is this about your catering company I thought you were running a restaurant."
"Sadly Alex and I had to close because we couldn't keep up with the rent, and opened a small catering company out of our home," Maggie said.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but do you do cakes," Augusta asked.
"Yes, what kind of cake would you like," Maggie said.
"A birthday cake, Neville's birthday is coming up," Augusta said leading her away.
"That's right Millie said something about shopping for a friend," Maggie said.
"Excellent, then why don't you come over and just cater the whole thing. I could cook it myself, but I've got some people coming and I can't cook French food to save my life," Augusta said.
"Of course," Maggie beamed.
"You are much prettier when you smile, you know that, and good things always come to good people" Augusta said just within earshot of a fuming Gwendoline.
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"Are you really the Emma Granger," a plump woman with wavy hair asked.
"Yes…." Emma said.
"Molly Weasley, and I have to say I was very impressed," Molly said.
"It really wasn't much," Emma said.
"I beg to disagree," an Indian woman said joining them. "Sita Patil."
"You must be Padma and Parvati's mother, it is a pleasure to meet you," Emma said.
"The pleasure is mine," Sita said.
"No, the pleasure is mine, Padma and Patil have been great friends to Hermione," Emma said.
"I'm sorry they couldn't do more," Sita said, dabbing her eyes.
"Don't worry about it. Hermione explained the rather horrible situation that you, no your whole country, is in. Truly terrible business," Emma said hugging her.
"Thank you," Sita said.
"Can you not go 5 minutes without upsetting someone and the wife of the Indian Ambassador no less," Catherine said.
"I um… I wasn't," Emma said, jumping back as the attention focused on her again.
"I shudder to think about what will happen when you go to Ghent in two weeks," Catherine said.
"Nothing," Emma said softly pressing her fingers together as people began to whisper.
"I wonder who she'll offend. Will anyone get hurt. What about our relations with…."
Fine, I was hoping to do this privately," Emma said.
"Do what, hit me with some wretched muggle club," Catherine said.
"No, I was going to invite Astoria to join Hermione for the ceremony and a trip to Romanian to visit the Tepes family," Emma said, stunning everyone, even Catherine, her eyes widening in surprise," Emma said. "But if you are so concerned about me embarrassing myself and by extension Britain, why doesn't your daughter Daphne come along as well," Emma said looking Catherine right in the eyes.
"You want my daughters to come with you to a high profile event and then travel to Romania to meet Alucard Tepes," Catherine said.
"Yes," Emma said. "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all," Catherine said.
"Great, you can drop them off next week," Emma said.
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"We're back," Emma said entering the house.
"How was it," Dan asked.
"You should have seen her Alex, Emma blasted Evangeline's spell back at her turning her into a french maid," Maggie giggled while playing with her hair and her chest bouncing slightly. "Oh and we need to make a special order of Haggis for the dwarf blacksmithing guild and then we need to prepare for a birthday party."
"Wha….." Alex said words dying on his lips as he stared at his happy smiling wife in her new outfit that had her curves on full display.
"What's wrong is it bad… I had an accident so Emma adjusted it a little," Maggie said blushing a little as she fidgeted her skirt/cape swishing side to side cutely.
"Mom, Hermione asked me if I could stay the night would that be ok," Millie said.
"It's fine with us," Dan and Emma said.
"Yes, perfect, I'll come pick you up in the morning, it was great meeting you all," Alex said, pulling his wife close.
"Alex," Maggie giggled before they teleported away.
"Score" Millie and Hermione said high fiving each other.
"I don't think you two were the only one to score," Dan chuckled.
"Dan," Emma groaned, swatting his arm.