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CHAPTER 17

It did become better. Nothing changed so much over the week; I still interned at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts division, with Fred bloody Weasley's dad as my boss, avoiding my colleague interns like dragon pox because they were all older and way more vocal than I was and I still couldn't do magic outside of school, but I had changed my attitude a bit. I tried to do as much of the paperwork as I could to relieve the stress and workload on Mr Weasley's and Mr Perkin's shoulders. I had my lunch at my desk, in the middle of the hallway. However, the hallway was always deserted and it was at a dead end so nobody had to get past me. The door to the office was always open and if I leaned forward I could see Mr Weasley when I needed to talk to him. It was all fine really.

When the weekend came around I was relieved though. However much I kept my chin up, it was good to be able to relax at home. I could sit by the open window, soaking up the sun, while reading. If I was lucky and mum felt in a particularly motherly mood she'd bring me some iced tea or gillywater. That Saturday brought another great relief in the form of O.W.L. results.

We had been told that our results would be brought together with our Hogwarts letters and I was in a right state all morning, awaiting the owl. Rationally I believed I couldn't possibly have done very bad; I was not stupid and I had studied incredibly hard, but emotionally I was in jitters. What if I had failed?

Finally, around noon, an owl flew in through the sitting room window, sitting on top of the stack of books that dad said he's sort through soon so it could go back into the shop. 'It's here!' I shrieked and from downstairs I could hear my dad quickly closing the door to the shop, the little bell jingling as he'd temporarily lock up so he could race upstairs and my mum curse from the bathroom. 'Now!?' She shrieked back. She sounded a bit busy.

I didn't wait for them and quickly ripped open the Hogwarts seal, hastily folding open the letter and sort through the short stack of parchment to find my results. When I finally found it I scanned the contents and felt my heart calm slowly as I read it over a second time.

'How did you do!?' Dad yelled as he burst through the door. I looked up from the letter, smiling. 'Let me see!' He demanded, holding out his hand but I turned away from him. 'Let me read it myself one more time.' I murmured happily.

I had done well. I hadn't failed a single subject and all the subjects I wanted to keep next year I had done well in, in accordance to the N.E.W.T. level demands. Even Potions! Professor Snape had a high standard and I had worried about it, but I'd definitely be able to keep taking it. My grin broadened. I had done really well.

Cecilia D Wiggleswade - O.W.L. results (schoolyear 1994-1995)

Astronomy (AS): E

Arithmancy (AR): O

Care of Magical Creatures (CoMC): A

Charms (CH): O

Defence Against the Dark Arts (DADA): E

Herbology (HE): A

History of Magic (HoM): E

Muggle Studies (MS): E

Potions (PO): O

Study of Ancient Runes (SoAR): O

Transfiguration (TR): O

I looked up as mum hurried out of the hallway as well, buttoning up her pants quickly, having come from the bathroom upstairs. 'Let me see!' She shouted in excitement but dad stepped in the way. 'I was here first, get in line ma'am!' He said, plucking my results out of my hands. Mum wasn't one to wait though and she draped herself over her husband's back, reading along over his shoulder.

They both looked up at the exact same time, massive smiles on their faces. 'This calls for a party!' Mum said. 'Eleven O.W.L.'s!' Dad exclaimed. 'My daughter got eleven bloody O.W.L.'s!' He repeated and mum gave him a big kiss. 'Five of them being Outstanding!' She reminded him. They both turned to give me a big hug and I burrowed myself into their arms. I was unusually proud of myself. Right at this moment I wasn't doubting myself, or wallowing in my insecurities. I was purely proud.

But however proud I was, mum and dad were prouder. Mum owled all the family to ask them over for a celebratory dinner in my honour the next day and dad hung a banner in his shop that said in large purple letters that blinked in a very flashy manner "My Daughter Has 11 OWLS!" It was a bit embarrassing, especially when I was helping out in the shop myself but I was too happy to let it get to me like it normally would. All the people coming into the shop were impressed and congratulated first me and then dad.

Aidan was proud too. 'I can't believe it! I knew you'd do good of course, but eleven O.W.L's!' He breathed out in amazement. 'Now you're just being silly.' I said, but my grin betrayed my glee. 'Your seven O.W.L.'s pale in comparison, don't they?' Dad said teasingly and Aidan played mock offended. 'Seven's not bad at all!' He defended himself. 'I only took nine classes for O.W.L.'s anyway and I was hardly the only one to fail History of Magic and I didn't even try to pass Divinations.' He said. 'Whatever you say, son.' Dad said with a smile.

I also owled Mathilda and Aurora who were both very happy for me. Mathilda had gotten ten O.W.L.'s as she had, as expected, failed Divination completely but Aurora had gotten eleven like me, with not one Acceptable one, all of them being Exceed Expectations or Outstanding. It was nice to know I wouldn't be alone in my Potions class next year. I knew Marietta and Cho wouldn't be able to continue in Snape's class (nor did they wish to) and Mathilda had unfortunately gotten an Exceed Expectations for Potions and Snape only invited O's in his class, which seemed a bit unfair to me. After a bit of nervous self-debate I decided to owl Felix as well. I wrote a quick note telling him about my O.W.L. results. I didn't know why I felt so nervous owling Felix. I felt like he perhaps had grander expectations about our friendship than I could possibly fulfil. At the same time that thought made me feel horribly conceited. Felix' reply was as sweet as he always was.

ELEVEN O.W.L.'s!? That's ridiculous! You better hand some back in, I think they dropped the bucket when they were pouring good results in your cauldron.

I got seven O.W.L.'s which I'm very happy with. I was hoping I might've done well enough in History of Magic to at least get an Acceptable but that Poor was a strong signal that I shouldn't take that class on N.E.W.T level. Taking Muggle Studies and getting an Outstanding on that feels a little bit like cheating though, but I'll take it!

I hope to see you soon. If you want to, you could visit one of my gigs one time when I'm performing with my band. I would love to introduce you to my friends. Not to mention the invaluable knowledge you could pick up for Muggle Studies yourself by studying muggles up close! ;-)

Owl me!

Felix

I didn't know what ;-) meant but I could tell that he was joking. And I did look forward to seeing what his life in the muggle world would be like.

That Sunday our dining table flooded with all the family that could make it. My grandparents had given me a galleon for every O.W.L. as they had done with Aidan. Aidan complained jokingly that I had gotten more O.W.L.'s but my grandmother had given him a stern look. 'That's your own fault Aidan, you should've gotten more if you wanted more money.' She said and Aidan huffed out in disgruntlement. He leaned over to me and whispered 'Ever since you raised the bar everyone's acting like seven O.W.L's are some kind of disgrace! It's average, if not above average!' He told me and I laughed at him.

Dinner was great. Uncle Irving was making jokes over dinner the entire evening and little cousin Roderick was in a fit of giggles all the way through, his sister Stacy trying to keep her laughter in beside him. My granddad was deaf so he didn't catch any of his son-in-law's jokes but he laughed just as hard as Roderick did, my nan looking up disturbed every time he did. Aunt Odetta asked me where Mathilda was. 'She's practically part of the family.' She said to me and I smiled because I knew how much Mathilda would like hearing that and I reminded myself to tell her in my next letter. I explained that her dad had brought a new stepmother home for the umpteenth time, hoping that perhaps this time Mathilda wouldn't scare her away. Aunt Odetta laughed. 'Fat chance.' She murmured.

Mr Goodfellow has had many girlfriends over the years but the opinion of his precious little princess mattered too much to him so the moment Mathilda got to meet her, it was pretty much at the end of its short run.

Aunt Tamora didn't show up until just before desserts as she, in her own words 'had something important to do before.'. Mum was a bit annoyed by that, mumbling that there was nothing more important than celebrating my eleven O.W.L.'s but I didn't mind. I loved Aunt Tamora and I was just happy she came.

'It's a shame you couldn't be at my wedding sweetheart.' Aunt Tamora said to me after kissing my cheeks and congratulating me. 'You would love Richard.' She said to me, squeezing down next to me, pushing Aidan out of the way as she did. 'And the bridesmaid dresses were just your colour! Your mother was too proud to show up but the wedding was far lovelier without her grouchy demeanour.' I laughed. 'Why isn't Richard here?' I asked and she waved my comment away. 'I'm bored of him for the moment. We went on an exquisite honeymoon to Indonesia but after that we both got back to work and it all just became so ordinary! You know how I despise the ordinary.' She said and I nodded. I did know. 'And do you live with him in Liverpool or did he move to London with you?' I asked and she laughed. 'He can't move to London because of his job but as if I could ever live in Liverpool! London baby!' She exclaimed and I frowned. 'You live separately?' I asked. No wonder the marriage was once again not working.

'Never mind me, buttercup, how are you? Eleven O.W.L.'s are all good and well, but is there-' she looked around and lowered her voice to a hushed whisper '-is there a boy you like?' She asked and I flushed bright red. 'No!' I said hastily. Aunt Tamora wouldn't be able to keep a secret if it could save her life.

'No?' I don't believe you! You're nearly sixteen, there must be someone you fancy!' She called out. It luckily was a busy dinner table for no one noticed her outburst. Aidan piped in though from her other side. 'She got an invitation to see a boy in her year perform in his band soon.' He said and Aunt Tamora raised her eyebrows. 'Why are you lying to your aunt, Cecil? You didn't think I'd find out?' She said and I waved my hands in denial. 'Felix and I are just friends.' I said, shooting a glare at Aidan who chuckled in mirth, looking pretty pleased with himself. I looked back at my aunt.

Aunt Tamora was a very beautiful woman. She was a good deal younger than mum, over a decade; she was only in her late twenties. Her skin glowed, her hair was pulled in a flattering wavy bun but if it had been loose, it would've fallen down her back in a golden waterfall, much like mum's. Despite the age gap, mum and Aunt Tamora looked very much alike and it was clear for anyone that they were sisters, even it wasn't for their appearances, just because they behaved so similarly.

'We will discuss later, Cecily-' that was something only Aunt Tamora called me '-I first have to talk to your mother about you and your brother spending a weekend with me.' She told me. Aidan and I had spent a weekend with my aunt every summer since we were small children and Aunt Tamora was eager to keep that tradition alive, as was I. Aidan not so much though. 'Aunt Tamora, I'm not even in Hogwarts anymore; I have my own flat! I'm twenty years old! I'm not going to a sleepover at yours.' He told her from her right side. We both shot him a look. 'Don't be such a spoilsport, Aidan.' Aunt Tamora scolded and I stuck out my tongue. 'Yeah Aidan!' I parroted behind her.

'He Who Must Not Be Named is dead and that's the end of it!' Granddad shouted across the table suddenly and we jumped in surprise. I looked up to see my grandfather heatedly bring his cup to his lips, taking a big gulp. 'Dad, that Diggory kid wasn't hit with a killing-curse by accident.' Aunt Odetta said to him and my mum backed her up. 'Alford, the Ministry has been burying this story at the Prophet. We've barely been allowed any article even mentioning the incident.' Mum told him but grandfather didn't seem convinced in the least. 'And what makes you think that Potter is telling the truth! The Ministry of Magic has done right by us for centuries, I'm not letting the word of a fourteen year old change my trust in them.' He said.

'Alford, let's calm down for a moment, we're all getting far too upset.' Nan said, patting her husband's arm as she said it. 'Ruby, I'm just not very-' granddad began to say but nan just shook her head and dismissively said; 'It's far too early to tell what's going on.' She was probably right in that.

After dinner we all dispersed. The grownups all sat together around the dinner table, drinking coffee and tea and talking about the state of the world. Aidan entertained little Roderick who was roaring with laughter as Aidan charmed his teddy bear to march around his feet with surprising speed and Stacy sat on the couch, looking vaguely uncomfortable. I slipped upstairs to my room for a moment. I needed a breather.

I sat down at my desk, looking out the window at the unusually blue sky, not a cloud in sight. The tops of the trees were just visible and if I sat forward I could see the top floor of the across the street neighbours. I stood up and hung out of the open window, looking down on the street, a soft breeze blowing my hair out of my face. Below me Diagon Alley was buzzing with activity. I could see Mr Ollivander making his way through the street, keeping his head down and an in brown paper wrapped packet under his arm. At the other end of the street I could see Cormac McLaggen, a Gryffindor boy in my year. I knew he and his family lived in one of the smaller alleys in a big house with a big garden at the back. I didn't really know him or like him, but my parents (and by extension their kids, a.k.a. Aidan and I) got invited to a garden party once by his parents. I have not spoken to him since, outside of class.

I sat back in my desk chair, opening up my Arithmancy school book. Maybe I could get a start at my summer homework. They didn't give us much luckily; the teachers had decided to give us a break after O.W.L.'s. Still, a couple of essays were waiting to be done.

'Hey, Cecil?' I heard a small voice ask. I looked over my shoulder to see Stacy standing in my doorway. 'Yeah Stace?' I questioned. She lingered in the doorway hesitantly and I quickly motioned for her to come in and she did, closing the door behind her. She went to sit down at the edge of my bed. 'What's up?' I asked, popping the p.

I had turned around completely, facing her. She looked nervous. She was a pretty girl, for an eleven year old, her dark blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She had only been adopted a couple of years ago and although I know she felt very at home with my aunt and uncle, it still felt awkward to treat the extended family as real family. I just tried to be as welcoming as I possibly could so she'd know that there was no need to feel uncomfortable.

'Congratulations on your O.W.L.'s..' She began. I smiled. 'It was no big deal! I bet you're going to outshine me in five years' time!' I said and she cracked a smile. 'That's what I was wondering about.' She took a deep breath. 'I'm just not sure I'm going to like Hogwarts.' She said and I burst out laughing. 'Why's that?' I replied and she shrugged. 'Everyone's got family there, or they have parents who went before them or something, but I have no connection to the school at all. I don't know my family.' She said. I stood up to sit beside her, putting my arm over her shoulders.

'What makes you think you're going to need any of that? Besides, you've got parents who went to the school before you as well, and a cousin who's going to take care of you.' I said to her and she looked up at me with a frown. 'Me, silly!' I clarified and she started grinning. 'Because you're Stacy Toots, daughter of Irving and Dotty Toots, sister to Roderick Toots and cousin and niece to the Wiggleswades. You've got both family and friends, don't even start to think otherwise.' I said as earnestly as I could and she nodded.

'Alright, thank you.' She said after a moment. 'You want to look at my schoolbooks? I'm doing homework and maybe you want to see what you're going to be doing when you're my age.' I offered and she hesitated again. 'Come on, I'm not asking you to make the homework for me!' I insisted and she giggled and then agreed.

We spent the entire afternoon looking through the books. We had started at my fifth year books but soon I also busted out my old first year books so she could look at those. 'If you want you can borrow mine instead of buying new ones.' I said as we were looking through the year one Charms textbook. 'It still has all my notes in the margins and it might be of help.' And she quickly accepted my offer.

When we appeared back in the living room I went up to aunt Odetta, sitting beside her at the dinner table. 'Aunt Odetta, is it alright if I take Stacy into Diagon Alley next weekend to get her school supplies? I think it would be really nice with just the two of us.' I told her and she pretended to be scandalized. 'Are you trying to rob me of my precious mother-daughter time?' She asked mock-offended. But then she started laughing. 'I think it would be nice with just the two of you too. If you take her Saturday that would be great. I need to take Roderick for a haircut and it's such an incredible hassle to get him to sit still for a minute anyway so it's nice to not have to worry about getting the other kid school supplies as well.'

Soon enough the weekend was over though and I had to go back to work. We still had trouble with the rogue toilets but we were no closer to catching the guilty wizard or witch. Although, according to Mr Weasley and Mr Perkins, that wasn't strictly our job anyway. However, the officials at the Improper Use of Magic Office and the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol were too busy with other stuff so our small understaffed and underpaid department was on their own, as it had always been.

It was just after lunch when Mr Weasley got a memo from Mr Anderssen that he had some files waiting for him. 'Would you, Ms Wiggleswade?' Asked Mr Weasley, leaning forward so he could see me through the open office door, and I sprung to my feet, eager to leave the stuffy hallway.

Mr Anderssen turned out to be a short fellow with a boisterous laugh, working at the Improper Use of Magic Office. He let out one of those laughs as he pushed the stack of files in my arms. 'Give my best to Arthur, now will you child? I haven't properly seen him since the Easter party at John Dawlish' house.' He told me, as if I had any clue who John Dawlish was. It didn't matter though; Mr Anderssen seemed like the kind of man who wanted to boast his connections so I let him until he was satisfied and then was on my way back to my trusty hallway. I was met by a surprise though when I rounded the corner.

I quickly jumped back and around the corner when I saw who Mr Weasley was talking to. I pressed myself into the wall, breathing hard and after I had mustered up enough courage I peeked around the wall. Fred and George Weasley were talking to their dad outside of his office. I looked at the files in my hands. They really did need to be with Mr Weasley. I pressed myself into the wall again. Was I really that pathetic? That I couldn't even walk up to my boss just because there was some boy I sort of liked standing next to him?

I took a deep breath and stepped from behind the wall, resolutely stomping towards Mr Weasley. 'Here are the files from Mr Anderssen, Mr Weasley.' I said, keeping my eyes trained on him. 'Cecil?' I heard Fred say and I turned my head towards him in an almost mechanical manner. 'Hello Fred.' I said, plastering on a nervous smile.

Fred looked absolutely flabbergasted to see me. 'You're dad's new intern!?' He asked and I nodded. 'Yes. I told you about my internship. I got assigned to Mr Weasley's department.' I said as I looked up at his tall frame. He didn't look any different from when I last saw him. It was still the same messy ginger hair and the mischievous blue eyes. I don't know why I expected him to look different. It was only a few weeks ago that school ended.

'I didn't know you two knew each other!' Mr Weasley said but before he could start an incredibly awkward interrogation I trusted the files into his arms, muttering a short 'I need the restroom' before stalking off in the direction I came from.

I stood still around the corner. I didn't need the restroom obviously and I was ashamed at my lack of courage. I leaned against the wall and then cursed. I turned and went down the hallway once again. I was not going to let any of this stop me, was I? I was the daughter of Wendela Wiggleswade, for Merlin's sake! However, as I walked down the hallway, I heard my name being said. The door to the office was open just a crack and I ducked behind my desk, sneaking into the broom closet, leaving that door open a smidge as well so I could still hear them.

I felt guilty listening in on their conversation but I was too curious not to. 'I didn't know Cecilia was friends with you Fred, she never mentioned it.' I heard Mr Weasley say. 'She wouldn't, we're not really friends, but we talk sometimes.' Fred said in return. I heard some paper being shuffled around. 'She seemed a bit nervous, aren't you on good terms?' Mr Weasley asked and I held my breath in anticipation of Fred's answer. 'Well, she has a major crush the size of a giant on me.' Fred said with a chuckle and I felt my face get hot.

'The old Weasley genes still got it then.' Mr Weasley said laughing. 'That's not all! He snogged her too!' Presumably George said. A punching sound followed. 'Fred, don't hit your brother.' Mr Weasley said with an amused hint to his voice. I suspect he wasn't the discipliner at home.

'I just hope you're being nice to her. Don't string her along if you are not interested.' Mr Weasley said eventually. 'She's a really smart and kind hearted girl and you'd be lucky to have her for a girlfriend.' He said and I silently thanked him for his good words. 'Yeah, thanks dad.' Fred said sarcastically however. 'Okay, now get out of my office and go back to Burrow! We have to get ready to move to Grimmauld's Place by next week and you know how your mother gets; wants the whole house cleaned beforehand.' Mr Weasley finished.

Fred and George exited his tiny office while doing impressions of what I assumed to be their mother. 'Oh Frederik, didn't you tell me you'd de-gnome the garden!' The one said, a screechy edge to his voice. 'George, I've had enough of those horrible impressions you do of me! Your brother is a lot better at them!' The other said in an equally high pitch.

I waited till they had gone far enough that I couldn't hear their loud voices anymore and I had blinked back my disappointed tears and then went into Mr Weasley's office, to see what else I could do for him.

Mum would pick me up from the Ministry on most days but she had already let me know that morning that she'd probably have a long day so I should just head on home myself. I grabbed the little pouch of floo powder out of my bag, telling the attendee in the Atrium goodbye and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, which was the closest floo hub to our house. Our house was connected to the floo network but the Ministry was a public network and residential homes weren't usually connected to that. We still like our privacy.

I said hi to dad when I came in through the shop but quickly raced upstairs before he could start a conversation like he usually did. When I walked into the sitting room I saw Mathilda hanging on the sofa. She lazily waved without looking up. 'What are you doing here, Tilda?' I asked her as I slumped down next to her. She swung an arm around me. 'Just sitting a bit. I promised Adrian I'd meet him in Diagon Alley later and decided to come by here first. Of course you were still at your internship.'

'So you're not staying for dinner then, I reckon?' I asked and she shook her head. 'Adrian has surprise dinner plans. Dad wants me home by nine though so we'll see I suppose.' She answered. Mr Goodfellow generally gave Mathilda whatever she asked for but at certain things he was very firm. He saw her as his little girl and the thought that she was out with her boyfriend was quite frightening for him already I suspect. Mathilda probably fought hard for even that nine o'clock curfew. 'How did dinner with your dad's new girlfriend go the other day?' I asked. Mathilda snickered. 'She'll be out quicker than even the last. If she's around till the end of the month, I'll be genuinely shocked.' Mathilda told me. I thought of my own day. 'Let's go up to my room, I have to tell you something.' I said.

Mathilda demanded to know every little detail of my brief meeting with Fred Weasley. 'What a twat.' She concluded at the end of my story. We sat on my bed. I had turned on my desk lamp despite it being light outside still, to illuminate the book I was planning to read once Mathilda left for her date. 'Who does he think he is? You are a catch, you hear me?' Mathilda said and I chuckled softly. 'Thanks Tilda, but I'm alright. I don't live in any illusions; I know Fred never really saw me that way.' I added. It was quiet for a moment as we both stared ahead pensively.

'I know what we should do!' Mathilda said all of a sudden and I looked over to her. 'We should get dressed up really nice and then go out.' She said eagerly, plucking at my knitted bedspread. I snorted. 'Go out where?' I asked. 'To a pub or a club or something.' Mathilda answered. I grew slightly nervous as I noticed the determination in her eyes. 'We're underage Tilda. Besides, my parents would never allow it. And your dad wouldn't either.' I said. Mathilda sat upright, putting her hair in a ponytail. 'We could sneak out.' She said.

I couldn't believe what she was saying. 'Sneak out!?' I hissed, leaning forward. 'Are you mad?' But Mathilda didn't seem to think it so mad. 'If we'd stay at my house for a sleepover, my dad would never walk into my room if I told him that we'd be doing girly shit all night.' She said. 'I didn't agree!' I shrieked a bit too loudly. Mathilda was undisturbed by me. 'But I don't want to go out in Oxford. Your house is way better for this sort of thing. But what to do about your parents?'

Before I could think of anything intelligent to answer she had looked at my alarm clock and sprung up from my bed. 'Bollocks, I promised to be in front of the Leaky Cauldron by now.' She muttered. 'I'll see you in a couple of days, alright?' She hugged me quickly. 'You still have to tell me about your own internship!' I yelled after her as she stormed out of my room. I heard her almost fall down the stairs. 'How's the WWN?' I yelled once again. 'I'll owl you!' She shrieked back before I heard the front door bang close.

I walked to my desk so I could stand next to it and lean out of the window. I heard the high pitched ring of the bell as the shop door opened at the ground floor. I saw the top of Mathilda's head come out as she waved inside to who I assumed to be my dad. She started speed walking up the street to her meeting place. 'Have fun with Adrian!' I called out after her and she whipped her head around, her brown hair sweeping through the air and bouncing off her shoulders. She only smiled a big pearly smile.

I sat down at my desk, my book at the ready. When I was feeling a bit down I always went for the most familiar, nostalgic reads. I had read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them what felt like a million times already but it had spoken to my imagination when I first got it read to me by dad as a kid (the writer had been a Hufflepuff like dad had so it was about House pride more than anything). I never really liked animals. I didn't dislike them either but it just never was my cup of tea. But I did like to hear Newt Scamander talk about them.

There was a knock on my door and I turned around in my chair to see mum standing in the door opening; Mathilda had left the door wide agape. 'I heard from your dad Mathilda was here earlier. It's a shame I missed her.' She said as she walked in. 'She'll be back soon mum, don't worry.' I said with a roll of my eyes. She laughed. 'So you got home alright? I always worry when I send you down the floo unaccompanied.' She said and it took effort not to roll my eyes again. 'I'm turning sixteen this summer. I have gone with the floo a quazillion times.' I simply commented and she sighed. 'I know, I know. I know I'm not being rational. It's just hard to accept that my sweet little Cillyhead is nearly grown up.' She said. She looked over my shoulder at the book I was reading.

'You used to have a crush on Newt Scamander, remember?' said mum and I reddened. 'No, I didn't.' I denied and she laughed. 'You fell in love with him through his stories. You were just eight or nine, it was sweet.' Mum insisted. I held Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them tighter in my hands but didn't react otherwise.

'It broke your heart when I told you he was already ninety and living with his wife Porpentina in Dorsett.' She added and I groaned, standing up and throwing the book on my bed. 'Mum, I don't remember inviting you into my room!' I said loudly, pushing at her back as she laughed. 'I don't remember giving you ownership of this house either! You can't push me out!' She said. 'But,-' she said as she stood in the hallway, looking back at me '-I'll allow it.'

Once mum had left I let myself fall down on the bed, picking up my book and staring at the back cover where a photograph of the author was smiling bashfully back at me, every few moments looking down and blinking. At least Newt understood me.

FRED! You didn't think I'd let her work with Mr Weasley and not also have her meet with Fred, did you? So, now you've met some more of the family.

Next chapter we'll see Felix again and we miiiight see some more Fred. But if it isn't next chapter it's certainly the chapter after, so don't worry guys :)

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