During the next few weeks, Dean's life couldn't be happier. He was promoted
to Robe Designer at work, as his boss had just found he had a natural
fashion sense. This also meant his job was much more enjoyable because he
traveled to robe shops a bit, giving them a copy of the design. His office
was bigger and he even received a window.
Dean received a huge shock one day when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came by his office and congratulated him.
"Congrats, Dean! I can't believe you're getting married! I'm so happy for you. I think you're the fifth Gryffindor to get married," Hermione squealed.
"Wait a second, who else was all married?" Dean asked.
"Well, Ron and I got hitched, and Harry married--" Hermione started, but Dean interrupted.
"Cho Chang? Yeah I knew they were going to be married."
"No," Hermione said, rather nastily, "he married Parvati."
It took a couple of seconds for this to sink in. he and Parvati weren't the best of friends, but they weren't enemies. Maybe she just didn't know where he lived or how to use the phone. And Harry and Parvati? There couldn't have been a stranger match. Harry was practical, had a bit of a temper, and wasn't the most handsome guy in the world. But Parvati believed anything you told her, she was gorgeous, and very sweet. Dean figured it was a case of 'opposites attracting.'
"So.that was unexpected, but thanks you guys. It was really nice of you to come over here and say that. And I hope you have the best of luck on your marriages," Dean said cheerfully.
They left, leaving Dean feeling happy and strangely festive. After all, Christmas was coming soon. In fact, it was next week. Dean had already shopped for all of his gifts, so at lunch while his colleagues went to scramble for presents, he went to have a relaxing lunch at a small Chinese restaurant a mile away. He grabbed a portkey from the security wizard, and a moment later, popped onto the sidewalk a couple of shops away from the small restaurant.
He tramped inside, and a soft tinkling rang from somewhere above his head. He walked up to the desk and ordered some noodles and tea. He went to sit down and surveyed his surroundings. There were two men in suits talking quietly in the corner, a couple of families enjoying an outing, and a woman sipping some tea. The woman's table manners were vaguely familiar.
"Brenda!" Dean exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Brenda whipped around, and then relaxed. Dean slipped over to her table and plopped into the seat across from her. He noticed her hair was sopping wet and pulled back into a bun. He figured it had something to do with her work. She was a marine biologist and studied porbeagle sharks in the English Channel. He expected that she couldn't resist popping into the water with the fish, as she was so passionate about them. She had been obsessed ever since she was nine, an odd thing to fall in love with, but to each his own.
They talked for a while, as they slurped up their food. Dean was so involved that when he checked his watch he let out a loud yelp.
"Oh my goodness! I'm sorry Brenda, but I have to go back to work! Bye, I love you," Dean said quickly.
He pecked her on the lips, pulled on his coat, and bolted out the door. He picked up the portkey, (and old newspaper) and felt the familiar jerk around his middle. He couldn't help but feel heavier as he sped through the whirl of sound and colors, and the reason became apparent when he arrived in the Atrium. Brenda had grabbed the newspaper in an attempt to stop him and give him a proper goodbye. Now she was winded and stared around the Atrium in awe. Perhaps it was the fact that everyone was dressed in robes, (Dean had transfigured his robes before he went out) or that there was a sign that said, "security wizard," or the fountain which contained creatures she believed to be fictional.
"What.what is this place?" she asked breathlessly. Before Dean could answer, wizards were swooping down on them from all directions.
"Why did you bring a muggle to the Ministry of Magic?" one wizard asked furiously.
"I didn't mean to! She grabbed the portkey! Besides, she would have had to found out about our world, she's my faïence!" Dean yelled back.
"What's a portkey?" Brenda asked, dazed.
"Don't modify her memory!" Dean shrieked as one of the witches pulled out her wand. "I would have had to tell her eventually! She would know anyways!"
Eentually, Dean sorted it all out. He guided Brenda up to his office where he proceeded to explain everything to her. He told her about his school, his work, his wand, Quidditch, everything he could think of. It took him nearly two hours to give her a vague understanding of his world. He finished and watched her, expecting her to look confused still, or a little happy at the fact her husband could do magic, but he surely didn't expect her to look angry.
*~Wow! That was a twist! I'm so proud, I made a true cliffhanger! Tear, well anywho. read on! Review! Review or I will cry, and nobody wants that!~*
Dean received a huge shock one day when Harry, Ron, and Hermione came by his office and congratulated him.
"Congrats, Dean! I can't believe you're getting married! I'm so happy for you. I think you're the fifth Gryffindor to get married," Hermione squealed.
"Wait a second, who else was all married?" Dean asked.
"Well, Ron and I got hitched, and Harry married--" Hermione started, but Dean interrupted.
"Cho Chang? Yeah I knew they were going to be married."
"No," Hermione said, rather nastily, "he married Parvati."
It took a couple of seconds for this to sink in. he and Parvati weren't the best of friends, but they weren't enemies. Maybe she just didn't know where he lived or how to use the phone. And Harry and Parvati? There couldn't have been a stranger match. Harry was practical, had a bit of a temper, and wasn't the most handsome guy in the world. But Parvati believed anything you told her, she was gorgeous, and very sweet. Dean figured it was a case of 'opposites attracting.'
"So.that was unexpected, but thanks you guys. It was really nice of you to come over here and say that. And I hope you have the best of luck on your marriages," Dean said cheerfully.
They left, leaving Dean feeling happy and strangely festive. After all, Christmas was coming soon. In fact, it was next week. Dean had already shopped for all of his gifts, so at lunch while his colleagues went to scramble for presents, he went to have a relaxing lunch at a small Chinese restaurant a mile away. He grabbed a portkey from the security wizard, and a moment later, popped onto the sidewalk a couple of shops away from the small restaurant.
He tramped inside, and a soft tinkling rang from somewhere above his head. He walked up to the desk and ordered some noodles and tea. He went to sit down and surveyed his surroundings. There were two men in suits talking quietly in the corner, a couple of families enjoying an outing, and a woman sipping some tea. The woman's table manners were vaguely familiar.
"Brenda!" Dean exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Brenda whipped around, and then relaxed. Dean slipped over to her table and plopped into the seat across from her. He noticed her hair was sopping wet and pulled back into a bun. He figured it had something to do with her work. She was a marine biologist and studied porbeagle sharks in the English Channel. He expected that she couldn't resist popping into the water with the fish, as she was so passionate about them. She had been obsessed ever since she was nine, an odd thing to fall in love with, but to each his own.
They talked for a while, as they slurped up their food. Dean was so involved that when he checked his watch he let out a loud yelp.
"Oh my goodness! I'm sorry Brenda, but I have to go back to work! Bye, I love you," Dean said quickly.
He pecked her on the lips, pulled on his coat, and bolted out the door. He picked up the portkey, (and old newspaper) and felt the familiar jerk around his middle. He couldn't help but feel heavier as he sped through the whirl of sound and colors, and the reason became apparent when he arrived in the Atrium. Brenda had grabbed the newspaper in an attempt to stop him and give him a proper goodbye. Now she was winded and stared around the Atrium in awe. Perhaps it was the fact that everyone was dressed in robes, (Dean had transfigured his robes before he went out) or that there was a sign that said, "security wizard," or the fountain which contained creatures she believed to be fictional.
"What.what is this place?" she asked breathlessly. Before Dean could answer, wizards were swooping down on them from all directions.
"Why did you bring a muggle to the Ministry of Magic?" one wizard asked furiously.
"I didn't mean to! She grabbed the portkey! Besides, she would have had to found out about our world, she's my faïence!" Dean yelled back.
"What's a portkey?" Brenda asked, dazed.
"Don't modify her memory!" Dean shrieked as one of the witches pulled out her wand. "I would have had to tell her eventually! She would know anyways!"
Eentually, Dean sorted it all out. He guided Brenda up to his office where he proceeded to explain everything to her. He told her about his school, his work, his wand, Quidditch, everything he could think of. It took him nearly two hours to give her a vague understanding of his world. He finished and watched her, expecting her to look confused still, or a little happy at the fact her husband could do magic, but he surely didn't expect her to look angry.
*~Wow! That was a twist! I'm so proud, I made a true cliffhanger! Tear, well anywho. read on! Review! Review or I will cry, and nobody wants that!~*