I've been SO busy! I got promoted at my job which is nice but it does mean a lot more hours and I'm also moving (my building is getting demolished like next week or something haha). I'm moving tomorrow morning actually and I decided to get this out there really quick since I don't know when my internet will be relocated with me so I didn't want to keep you waiting too long. Aren't I considerate? ;)

This chapter was kind of difficult for me though. I had loads of individual parts written out for a long time already but it felt really hard to connect them naturally. I hope it worked out fine. Ish. I'll take the ish.

Now to help me get through my exhaustion, maybe some nice reviews? Hahaha (no but really XD)

CHAPTER 19

'I'm definitely going to continue with Transfiguration, Potions and Charms. I was thinking about taking the Alchemy extra for Potions too.' I said, as I wrote down my list. I was sitting in the dining area of the living room, holding down my parchment as a soft breeze came in through the open window. Mum levitated our tea cups to the dining table from the kitchen and sat down in front of me. 'Sounds good.' She said, taking a sip of her own tea.

I looked at my O.W.L. results. 'I'm dropping Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology definitely.' I said, crossing those out on the list in front of me. I looked back at my results again. 'I'm keeping Studies of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy as well.' I said, adding them to my list. 'That leaves Astronomy, Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic and Muggle Studies.' I said thoughtfully. 'Why don't you drop History of Magic and Muggle Studies? Suggested mum but I bit my lip. 'I was actually kind of hoping to keep those. As well as Astronomy actually.' I said. 'Really?' Asked mum surprised. 'Not many people go for their N.E.W.T.'s on those subjects. Especially Muggle Studies.' She added.

I looked at my list critically. 'I've been getting a bit more interested in muggle life lately. It might not be so useful but I think it's somewhat interesting.' I told mum and she made a noise of recognition, twirling her blonde hair between her fingers.

'I want to ask you one favour though Cecilia.' She asked after a moment. I looked up at her serious tone. 'I want you to choose whatever you want to choose, but could you please also take Defence Against the Dark Arts?' She asked and I frowned. 'What? Why?' I asked back but she just pursed her lips. 'I just feel like, these days, it would be smart.' She explained mysteriously. I thought back to the last Task of the Triwizard Tournament. The things that Potter had been saying. Did mum think he was telling the truth? I didn't ask her but just nodded. 'I'll make sure to take Defence Against the Dark Arts.' I reassured her. She patted my hand with a smile.

'So, now which classes are you going to get O's for in two years?' She asked and I laughed. 'Don't pressure me mum!' I said but I was only joking, as was she. I looked over my list. 'I'll read it out.' I said.

'Cecilia's N.E.W.T level classes:

1) Transfiguration

2) Potions (+ alchemy)

3) Charms

4) Study of Ancient Runes

5) Arithmancy

6) Astronomy

7) History of Magic

8) Muggle Studies

9) Defence Against the Dark Arts'

'Don't you think nine classes are a bit too much?' Mum asked. 'N.E.W.T.'s are a lot tougher than O.W.L.'s. I think that Professor Flitwick would tell you the same.' She told me and I looked over my list critically. 'I know how you're feeling, my little studious darling.' Mum said with a chuckle. 'Knowledge for the sake of knowledge and all that, but you are underestimating the amount of work it will cost.' She said to me and I bit my lip, still looking over the list. 'I'll think about it.' I eventually said and mum smiled, standing up. 'Please do.' She answered.

I folded up my list, picking up my cup of tea and went up to my room. Mathilda would be coming over for dinner and she could be here any minute. I thought back to mum's words earlier. If she thought Harry Potter was speaking the truth, she wasn't in agreement with the Daily Prophet,despite working as a reporter for the national newspaper. Did she know something that wasn't published? She hardly told me everything from work so maybe she did. However she did let shimmer through that the Ministry had pushed an agenda on more than one occasion by either encouraging certain story lines or by banning the publication of others. Felix had talked about the interference of the Ministry of Magic before, all those months ago, when we discussed the pros and cons of both the muggle and wizarding world. I felt like I had been starting to see his point a bit clearer recently.

On the other hand, mum might not feel Harry Potter was speaking the truth. She had always been a big fan of "covering your bases" and thought a good preparation was your best defence against anything. I was afraid to ask her though, about what her thoughts were really, because what if she said that she thought You-Know-Who had returned? What then? What did I think?

I had just laid down on my bed with the book I had borrowed from Felix the day before, the fairly thin the Great Gatsby, when Mathilda burst in. 'The floo was a nightmare tonight! My dad keeps forgetting to have our floo cleaned out.' She exclaimed to me, falling down beside me. Before I could answer her. 'You said you went to see Felix' band yesterday evening in your letter this morning. How was that?' She asked and I gave her a quick recap of the evening.

'Is muggle music any good?' Asked Mathilda and I thought back to the day before, to the music they had played at the gig and to the music that I had heard over Felix' wireless or radio or whatever they called it. 'Yeah, I think it is.' I answered after careful consideration. 'Maybe I can suggest some at the WWN.' Mathilda said to me. 'How is that going anyway?' I asked her. 'You only said a little in your letter.' I added.

Mathilda brightened up a lot as she talked about the fun she seemed to be having interning at the Wizarding Wireless Network. I couldn't bring up the energy to be jealous. 'The other interns cannot stand me of course, but it's better that way.' Mathilda said and I could already imagine how the situation was at the office floors up in Hogsmeade where the headquarters was located.

'They are all stuck doing tedious work and I'm having a blast. Nazir Masood, he's a producer, told me he'd let me talk on a segment on one of the morning shows.' She said and I was excited for her, I really was, but part of me also felt a tiny bit resentful that everything came so easily to Mathilda. But I loved her too much to let it overpower me. 'Good job Mathilda.' I told her with a smile.

'By the way, how about us going out this weekend?' Asked Mathilda suddenly and I blinked at her sudden change of subject. 'Going out?' I asked her and she nodded impatiently. 'Yeah, we talked about this before, remember?' She said. 'Can you not remember? It was last Monday after Fred Weasley was a complete prat when he visited his dad at your internship.' She explained and I vaguely remembered her having some kind of wild idea. 'Yeah, we agreed to go out this weekend. To a club or a pub or something.' She told me. 'I'm pretty sure I did not agree with any of that.' I told her back and she huffed. 'Okay, maybe you didn't agree just yet, but we could go out this weekend right? It's just what you need! I won't even invite Adrian; it's just going to be us.' She tried to convince me but I wasn't feeling it. 'I don't think so, Tilda. Maybe another time.' I said non-committedly.

Soon we were called down to dinner and we bounced down the stairs to find mum and dad already sitting at the dining table, my mum having her bare feet propped up on a stool next to the table, a glass of nettle wine in her hand. 'Come on girls, we were waiting for you!' Dad said, drumming his fingers on the edge of the table and we hastily sat down across from each other.

'Sit down, hurry up!' Dad exclaimed, raising his own glass as we sat down quickly. 'Because I want to propose a toast to the weekend!' He told the table and mum snorted but nonetheless raised her glass up. 'Dad, it's Thursday.' I pointed out. 'Precisely; only one more day till the weekend!' Mathilda countered and dad patted her on the back. 'I'm ready to adopt you on the spot.' He told her and Mathilda cast me a mocking smirk and the whole situation made me laugh. We all raised our glasses and said in chorus 'to the weekend!'.

As the next day was Friday, everyone was feeling quite light-hearted at the Ministry. 'I can't wait to start the weekend.' Mr Perkins said as he stretched out at the end of the day, his yawn showing the back of his throat. 'I'm taking my kids to the Merlin Historic Museum in Cardiff. My wife is spending the weekend with her sister in Argentina so I got to get the twins to stop missing their mother.' He told us as we finished up our final tasks for the week.

'Well the MHM should do it! All my kids loved it when I took them when they were small.' Mr Weasley said. 'What do you think, Cecilia?' Asked Mr Perkins and despite knowing the two wizards for a good couple of weeks already, I still got red in the face when they both focussed their attention on me. 'Uhm, yeah, I really enjoyed it when I was a kid.' I agreed. 'I'm going to floo over with them tomorrow although my little Emma always get so floo-sick so maybe we'll take the long route and call the Knight Bus.' Mr Perkins continued.

'There's a pretty good connection to Cardiff through portkey! Just take the one from London to Bristol and from there on the one to Cardiff.' Mr Weasley suggested. I tuned out of the conversation, filling in a form for the Wizarding Resources Department.

'So how about it?' I heard Mr Weasley say and after a couple of seconds of silence I realised it was directed at me. I looked up. 'Excuse me?' I asked and Mr Weasley laughed. 'I invited you for dinner.' He repeated himself. 'Oh, no, I wouldn't want to intrude on your family time.' I said lamely but Mr Weasley wasn't having it.

'Don't be ridiculous, they'd love meeting my favourite intern!' He joked good-naturedly. 'I won't take no for an answer!' Mr Weasley said, a big grin on his face. I felt like I had eaten gillyweed on dry land, hoping for an excuse to come to me so I could refuse, but nothing came. I faked a smile. 'Yes, I would like that.' I ended up saying. 'How about you, Perkins! Are you up for dinner at mine tonight? Molly has a roast in the stove.' He directed at his colleague but Mr Perkins politely refused. 'The missus has her own roast she wants me to come home to, Arthur.'

Fifteen minutes later Mr Weasley came out of the office, wearing his outer robes and carrying his run down leather briefcase. 'Time to go home!' He said, standing still in front of my desk. I looked up from the week report in front of me. 'Maybe we should do this another time Mr Weasley, I'm kind of busy with this-' but it didn't matter because Mr Weasley leaned down and closed the file, picked it up and threw it through the open door on his desk. 'Nothing that can't wait till after the weekend!' He said cheerily. 'See you Monday, Perkins, have fun with your kids!' He shouted and there was an affirmative noise from Mr Perkins.

I grabbed my outer robes and my bag and hurried after Mr Weasley. 'I should still ask my mum, she's picking me up in the Atrium.' I said but Mr Weasley waved my concerns away. 'I'm sure she'll say it's fine.' He said. I hoped she didn't.

I should've know better obviously. ' Of course she can stay for dinner!' Mum said to Mr Weasley after they introduced one another ('Oh, you don't have to call me Mrs Wiggleswade, Wendy or Wendela is fine!') and shook each other's hands. 'I hope she's working hard by the way?' mum inquired with Mr Weasley and Mr Weasley laughed. 'She is, she is! She has relieved us of a lot of our stress this summer.' And they both smiled at me and I felt myself shrink into my shoes, feeling very uncomfortable to have my mother and boss talking.

Before I knew it mum had kissed me goodbye and I was following Mr Weasley to the floo hub, feeling panicky and miserable. 'We are flooing to the town floo hub. We are luckily amongst a few other wizarding families living close by so we have a floo hub not far from the house. It's always preferable to connecting your floo to the public network. You're a city girl; you understand.' Mr Weasley explained and I nodded. 'Do you have some powder?' Asked Mr Weasley and I shook my head, normally always travelling with my parents' floo powder.

Mr Weasley felt inside his large pockets. 'I normally apparate so I hope I have some with me..' He murmured but he quickly let out a whoop, pulling out a little sack of floo powder. A minute later I had flooed after Mr Weasley to the floo hub of Ottery St Catchpole, a cute little muggle town. The floo hub was hidden inside an old mill at the edge of the village. 'It's only a small walk.' Mr Weasley said as we walked along the brick path, attracting some looks from muggles wearing shirts and shorts. Our thin robes stood in stark contrast to them.

The Weasley house was a cosy looking thing that seemed to be made up out of half a dozen smaller houses stacked on top of one another, chimneys sticking out at random places. It was still light out but from the windows I saw homey yellow light shine as well. The front yard was cramped and overgrown but it smelt like summer grass and wild flowers stuck out like white and red splashes in the yellowy green of the garden. When we reached the stone fence I noticed a sign that read "The Burrow".

I followed Mr Weasley inside the agreeable looking house. 'Molly dear, I'm home!' He yelled. The inside of the house smelled delicious. It appeared we had arrived in the dining room as well as kitchen as there was a big worn out wooden table right in the middle, already set with plates and cutlery and the kitchen appliances along the wall, looking out through the windows, pots and pans waiting on the stove.

We heard yelling in the house. 'Kids! Your dad's home! Dinner!' A woman's voice screamed. From a door across from us a short, a slightly plump looking woman appeared, presumably the owner of the voice, with hair as red as her children's. 'Arthur!' She exclaimed, dashing forward and kissing her husband. 'This is Cecilia Wiggleswade, the intern I told you about.' He said to Mrs Weasley as he was released. I smiled nervously and stuck forward my hand but she ignored that and gave me a tight hug.

She held me at arm's length and looked at me. I was quite a bit taller than the rounded Mrs Weasley but under her scrutinizing eyes, despite the smile on her face, I might as well have been half her height. From behind her I saw two other redheads come down the stairs, one of them being a handsome longhaired wizard who looked incredibly cool, a big dragon tooth hanging from his ear. I felt like I vaguely remembered him but it must've been a long time ago if it was from Hogwarts because he looked like he was already halfway through his twenties; maybe I'd seen him at Platform 9 ¾ when he dropped his younger siblings off. The other one was Percy Weasley.

'This is my son Bill, he works for Gringotts.' Mr Weasley introduced the handsome wizard. He shook my hand and I felt a bit warm. I felt like such a child; I literally blushed and froze over anything. 'Nice to meet you.' I whispered and he grinned. 'I've heard great stories about you.' He said and that once again brought me into a panic. Had Mr Weasley simply said that I was a good intern, or had Fred said something? He probably wouldn't have, would he?

'And you perhaps remember Percy from school?' Mr Weasley introduced Percy Weasley and I did remember the former Head Boy, shaking his hand as well. 'Cecilia Wiggleswade, very impressive how you've landed an internship at the Ministry of Magic at such a young age.' He said pompously and I thanked him. 'It's been very nice to work with your dad.' I told him and Mr Weasley heartily patted my shoulder. At that moment the remainder of the Weasley children came down the stairs with much noise.

I could barely look away from my feet to look at where I knew Fred had just come down the stairs. What would he do, what would he say?

'You know Fred and George already and I assume you know my youngest two as well? Ronald and Ginny?' Mr Weasley said and he gestured to the lanky boy and the pretty girl. I glanced at them, smiling shyly (pointedly ignoring Fred behind them) and Ginny grinned at me, Ronald just looking bored by the whole ordeal as he sat down at the dinner table, beside his brother Bill. 'What's for dinner mum?' He asked and I was just quick enough to catch Mrs Weasley rolling her eyes.

I chanced a glance towards the other end of the table, sitting down next to Mr Weasley, trying to conspicuously have a look at Fred but I averted my eyes immediately with a blush when I stared into his bright ocean blue ones. I heard him and his twin bursting out in laughter as I shook my head as to make my hair hide my face.

It turned out dinner was near unbearable. To have to sit there and be subjected to his teasing winks and, if no one else was looking, kissing faces. Why was he mocking me? It was a shame because otherwise the Weasley family seemed to be very pleasant and welcoming. There was much laughter around the dinner table, boisterous and cheerful and even though I was feeling so nervous and stressed out that all food tasted like cardboard in my mouth, it smelled great and I was sad to not be able to enjoy it to the fullest.

I suddenly caught my name from somewhere at the middle of the table. 'You do realize, don't you Ron, that Cecilia here is the same age as you and interning at the Ministry of Magic.' Percy Weasley said to his younger brother. Ronald looked annoyed. 'Lay off.' He murmured, stuffing a potato in his mouth. 'He's right, Ron.' Mrs Weasley said from the other end of the table. 'You're going into your O.W.L. year and you have no idea what you want to do after school.' She pointed out but the fifteen year old simply gobbled up another potato, a frown on his face. 'Not that you have had any decent examples recently.' Mrs Weasley said, a passive aggressive tone to her voice as she eyed the twins a couple of seats down. They both rolled their eyes simultaneously. 'Well you know us, mum..-' Fred began. '-if we can't be a good example, then we'll just have to be a horrible warning.' George finished.

Conversation flowed onto other subjects and I ducked my head, not wanting to be asked my opinion. When dinner was done everyone moved to the sitting room. Ginny proposed an after dinner quidditch match but everyone complained about having full stomachs and in the end she called them babies as she trailed after them out of the kitchen/dining room. I stayed behind, looking at the table full of dirty dishes.

I tried very hard to help Mrs Weasley with the dishes but she insisted I'd relax instead, waving her wand. The pots flew off the table to the sink that was already filling up with soapy water. 'It'll be done in a jiffy, don't worry.' Mrs Weasley told me and I nodded dejectedly, walking out of the kitchen into the hallway, planning to move to the sitting room. However I was caught off guard by Fred waiting for me by the sitting room door.

'You seem familiar, have we met before?' He said with a grin. I refused to look away again but I couldn't help my face from warming up under his gaze. 'Hey.' I answered lamely. He pushed away from the wall he was leaning against. 'I must admit you're resourceful to come visit me this way.' He said and I sputtered. 'Your dad invited me. I was against it, I tried to refuse.' I defended myself but as soon as I said it, I knew it didn't matter. Fred was only making fun of me anyway.

'You don't really want to go in there and sit with my family, pretending all is normal, do you?' Asked Fred, pointing at the door and I shrugged. 'Well, no, but I-' I began but his face had already split into a big grin and he grabbed my wrist. 'Well, let's not then!' He said to me and he start pulling me up the stairs. 'What are you doing? Where are we going?' I questioned, feeling alarmed.

He shushed me. 'You want other people to notice?' Asked Fred with a mischievous grin, tugging me along by my arm. I stumbled after him, up two steep flights of stairs, passing many doors. At the fifth door he pushed it open and pulled me in.

I stepped into the room and he closed the door behind me. I looked around and observed a small space, two beds squashed in at either ends. There was just enough room in between them for a tiny desk, two chairs pressed next to each other. I could smell the distinct smell of gunpowder. 'This is mine and George's room.' Fred said behind me. I immediately flushed. I was in Fred's room. Fred's bedroom.

I quickly turned back to the room, too nervous to look at Fred. It was neater than I expected their room to look. It was clean and things were tidy and in their place as far as I could tell. 'Are you done admiring the place?' Asked Fred from behind me. His hot breath was in my neck and I shivered.

I jumped forward, which meant further into the room and Fred saw that as an invitation to step closer to me again. I looked at him once again and my mouth went dry.

His eyes were dark, his mouth pulled into a smirk and his hair was in a handsome disarray that looked very attractive on him. 'How about we make ourselves a bit more comfortable?' He asked and, as always, before I could answer he had sat down on what I assumed to be his bed and pulled my hand so I'd fall down with him. I landed on my back and he took the opportunity to lean over me.

For a moment he studied my face, the smirk temporarily disappeared but then it returned before widening in a grin. My heart swelled and he closed the small distance between us to press his lips to mine.

The feeling was simply overwhelming. His mouth moved to mine in a bewildering synchronization and my arms were sprawled over my head, my fingers clawing in the bedspread. Fred climbed on top of me, his hands gliding over my waist, massaging my sides as he deepened the kiss.

One of his hands left my waist and went down to my leg, kneading his fingers into my thigh, pulling my leg up and I obliged him by lifting my leg but he took the opportunity to move in between both my legs, his lips leaving mine and moving down my throat. I gasped for air and I felt hot and my skin was tingling. Why was Fred always pulling me and pushing me away? And why didn't I ever say no? Whatever the answer was, right now I couldn't think of it.

My hands went around his body and I felt the muscles in his back flex as he held himself up in the effort not to squash me under his weight. For a moment he pulled away, leaving me flustered and wide-eyed but he just sat up for a moment to pull his shirt over his head and the blush on my cheeks deepened but I did not protest. He grinned down at me and lowered himself on top of me again, his lips capturing mine once again and my hands feeling his bare chest shyly. He laughed against my mouth.

His hands went underneath my robe and I let out a surprised breath at his relatively cold fingers on my warm stomach. I felt lightheaded, on a high almost and before I knew it my robe was on the floor with his shirt but I had no time to feel self-conscious, his hands exploring every inch of bare skin, his fingers trailing over my bra, pulling the straps from my shoulders.

I was overcome with an intense want to feel Fred's skin against mine but a nervous pit in my belly took over slowly, bit by bit, and it was worrying about where this was going and if I was ready for anything of the sort, whether I'd be brave enough to say "no" if I wanted to but before any of it became relevant the door to the room burst open.

I shrieked and Fred cursed and I shot up, knocking Fred in the chin as I did. He let out a surprised 'Ow!' and I hastily leaned over the edge of the bed to grab my robe, holding it in front of me, hiding my childish flower bra. 'George, can't you knock!' Fred hissed to his brother who was standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile on his lips. 'It's my room as well.' He reminded Fred and Fred cursed again. 'Can't you kick out Ron from his room?' He asked and George snorted, walking in, closing the door behind him. 'I don't have my stuff in Ron's room.' George said and Fred let out a groan. 'You think this is funny?' He asked. 'Is this because I busted you and Alicia in the Hogswarts Express?' He added and George didn't reply, although his face said enough.

Fred had apparently given up because he sat up, leaving me cold. I tried to pull on my robe in such a way that I didn't show off anything, my face bright red. George looked at me. 'Did Fred mention that twins share everything?' He asked and I didn't know how to respond, already as red as I could be but Fred answered for me, kicking his shirt from the floor in the direction of George's face. He missed terribly. 'Can't you see you're making her uncomfortable twat!' Fred said, but (even without looking at his face) I could tell he thought the situation was very funny.

It was silent for a moment. 'Well, I'm glad that this didn't become uncomfortable.' Fred said drily and I chuckled nervously. I felt him look at me. 'Were you..-' he started to say but he couldn't finish his sentence because Bill Weasley was heard yelling up the stairs. 'Cecilia, your brother is here for you!' he shouted and I shot up from Fred's bed, running out of the room and down the flights of stairs. Bill had been right.

Aidan was standing by the door, wearing a pair of casual grass green robes. 'Cecilia!' He called out when he saw me and I ran up to him, suddenly feeling so relieved to see him, hugging him around his waist. He patted my back lovingly. Bill and Percy were standing to the side and I heard the twins follow me down the stairs.

'Good evening.' Aidan said to everyone, his infectious smile lighting up the room. 'I'm Cecil's brother Aidan.' He said. 'You were in Gryffindor right?' Percy said. 'You were a year above me.' He added. 'Yeah, Patrick right?' Aidan asked. 'Percy' Percy corrected him. 'We were both prefect.' He added. I could see Fred and George snicker at their brother from over his shoulder. Aidan shrugged apologetically. His eyes went to Bill next.

'And Bill Weasley, you were prefect when I arrived at Hogwarts as a first year. You showed me to my dormitory.' Aidan said and Bill laughed. 'How time flies!' He replied, shaking his hand. 'You were friends with Charlie though, weren't you?' He asked and Aidan nodded. 'Yeah, your brother was only one year ahead of me and we were both prefects. I remember one time he covered me when I was trying to get this beautiful Hufflepuff bird called Marcia Potsuckle to go out with me. He was quidditch captain at the time and he told her I was his secret weapon in the opening game against Slytherin. In reality I couldn't ride a broom to safe my life; only just passed my flying classes in first year.' Aidan told us and Bill and the twins laughed. Percy still had a frown on his face.

'I remember Marcia Potsuckle! She was the blonde busty one, right? Did she end up going out with you then?' Asked George and Aidan chuckled. 'She didn't no-' he said but he leaned in a bit and continued in a softer tone '-but I did end up showing her around the inside of a broom cupboard.' Whoops rang through the room and I blushed, sticking out my tongue in disgust. 'Don't pretend you haven't been shown around one before.' I heard Fred whisper right behind me, poking me in the back. My blush deepened.

Aidan looked at me with a smile. 'Shall we get you home then, mate?' He asked and I nodded eagerly. We said our goodbyes, I made sure to say bye to Mr and Mrs Weasley in the other room as well and to ignore Fred and George the best I could.

Aidan and I walked down the village road towards the floo hub. 'Did you have fun?' Asked Aidan and I told him I did. We were silent for a bit longer as we walked and I could tell he wanted to say something more. 'So, while we're on the topic of that boy you have a crush on.' He eventually said and I brazed myself for whatever he was about to say, cringing for having to have this conversation.

'I saw one of those twins getting in your space a bit.' He said with a knowing grin. I groaned loudly, speeding up my steps. 'Could you not?' I complained but he kept up with me easily. 'Should I talk to him?' Asked Aidan. I simply groaned again, hurrying off to the floo hub, muggles in the village looked at me in confusion, while Aidan's laughter followed me.

As soon as we stumbled out of the fireplace and into the living room back home I disappeared upstairs. Fortunately I heard Aidan say "it's nothing" to my parents questions while I ran up the narrow wooden staircase. I shot into my bedroom, slamming the door closed behind me and leaning against it, panting loudly.

I looked at my desk and after barely a second of thought I went to sit in front of it, pulling up a quill and some parchment.

Dear Mathilda,

Remember you saying the other day that we should go out together? I made up my mind; let's do it. I can come over to yours tomorrow evening? I'm leaving it all up to you (Merlin, am I going to regret this?).

See you tomorrow. Let's say at six?

Love,

Cecil

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