Chapter Four: The Scatterbrained Advisor



Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.



A/N: As I promised, I am placing a warning on this chapter. The contents of this chapter contains alcohol consumption by two of the main characters, and I want to make sure that everyone is warned ahead of time. Nothing bad happens and they don't become intoxicated, but if anyone younger than 21 is reading this, both of these characters are over the legal drinking age, so it is perfectly legal for them to do this. Please only drink if you are over the age of 21 (in the States) and please drink responsibility. End of public service announcement and on to the story!!!



Reagan looked for Trevor every day after that, and nearly a month passed by with out seeing him in the halls of the Ministry of Magic. Each weekday morning she would Apparate into the Atrium and passed through the security gates, taking the lift to the Department of Experimental Magic, where she sat ot her desk and continued to work through the mountain of things that needed to be done.

And one particular morning, Reagan was pleasantly surprised by a large bouquet of white and red roses sitting on her desk. She ignored the looks from her coworkers and pulled the card out of its envelope.

A month ago we met and because of it my life will never be the same. ~Brent

Reagan smiled as she read the card and tucked it into her purse.

"Those are beautiful," Taryn said, and Reagan nodded at her. Taryn was two years younger than Reagan, and had been in Ravenclaw. She came to the Department of Experimental Magic straight out of Hogwarts, and had been the only friendly face on Reagan's first day. Everyone else in their department was a bit older than they were.

"Brent sent them," Reagan grinned. "We met a month ago today."

"Awww, thats so sweet!" Taryn replied, sweeping her blond hair off her shoulders and readjusting her papers. "Do you two have plans for tonight?"

"No," Reagan sighed. "He's in Wales for a game."

"Why don't you go and surprise him?"

"Because he isn't very fun after games," she replied. "He's too intense, and if they win, he tends to repeat the game to me, play by play, but only his plays."

"Well he's cute enough," Taryn replied. "And those flowers are beautiful. It took five delivery owls to get then in here."

"Figures," Reagan said. "Brent has a way of over doing some things." She moved the flowers to the window sill, clearing off an area to work on her desk. "How did McGuyerson like the new draft?"

Taryn rolled her eyes, and Reagan knew what that meant. Donald McGuyerson was the head of their department and he was a wiry old wizard who wanted things done his way. Taryn and Reagan had been working on a new anti theft ward, and McGuyerson was still adamant that the one he had created thirty years ago was still working fine.

"He grumbled when I handed it to him, and then some more as he looked over it. In the end he said you were "making progress," Taryn explained. "You, not us."

"Well if he wants to ignore that you've been working on this with me, than he can," Reagan said. "It will just be a shock for him when its both our names on the patent."

Taryn smiled gratefully and Reagan knew why. Taryn had come straight out of Hogwarts into the Department and had no training what so ever. There were two ways to become a Constructor. One was the way Reagan had done it, go to school. And the other took longer, but it was what Taryn was doing. Learn it first hand from someone else. Taryn had been in the department for two years when Reagan had got here and she was still treated like a fresh intern. She had not assisted on any Constructor cases but she was very capable. Reagan saw this in her and immediately asked her to assist her.

"Well, we need to map it a bit more, and then we'll need to control test it," Reagan said, looking back at the parchment.

"Do you want me to book the test room?" Taryn asked.

"See whats available," Reagan said. "That way we'll have a deadline to work towards."

"I'll send a memo down there right now," Taryn said and stood up.

"Did he say anything else?" Reagan asked. "Did McGuyerson mention anything else about it, any other comments?"

"A lot of grumbling," Taryn replied. "I did have to step away for a moment because an Auror came in."

"An Auror?" Reagan asked and looked up. "Who?"

"He didn't say his name, he just asked what Constructors were here. I told him that everyone had left for the weekend and he said thank you and left."

"What did he look like?" Reagan asked.

"Tall, dark hair, looked a bit familiar, had a silver bar on his shoulder."

Reagan closed her eyes. "It was Trevor Daniels."

"Trevor Daniels?" Taryn asked. "That Slytherin you were dating at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, and for the record we were just friends," Reagan said.

"Could have been him, I guess," she replied. "You know for being a Ravenclaw, I have a horrible memory for some things. Its a good thing I never tried to be an Animagus, or I'd forget to change back into a human."

"Animagus?" Reagan asked and looked at her watch. "You cleared my schedule for the next two hours, right?"

"Yes I did," Taryn replied as Reagan jumped up. "Why? Whats wrong?"

"I'm going to be late for a meeting!" Reagan cried as she grabbed a navy blue notebook from her bag. "See you later!"

"And I'm the scatterbrained one," Taryn said to herself.



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"Come on, come on," Reagan muttered to herself, watching the dial on the lift as it went higher. She was late for an Animagent meeting, which were being held in one of the court rooms. It was one of the only places in the Ministry that was large enough to hold then entire Animagent unit.

The doors opened on level three and two wizards got onto the lift and rode it to level four, talking about memory charms. At level six the young wizard got off, looking more nervous than he had when she first got onto the lift.

"Hold the lift!" a voice cried and Reagan stuck her arm out to stop the closing doors. And to her surprise a hurried looking Trevor came onto the lift, shuffling papers.

"Thank you," he said and looked up at her, and the look on his face matched how she was feeling.

"You're welcome," she said and the lift continued upward. "Are you late for something?"

"The Animagent meeting," he replied, attempting to straighten his papers. "Were are you off to?"

"The Animagent meeting," she replied.

"Ah, thats right, you're the new Magical Advisor," he said, still fussing with his papers.

"You know, most people aren't supposed to know who is involved with the Animagents," Reagan said to him. "It kinda defeats the reasoning behind the Animagents."

"True," he replied. "But you already know about it, so I can talk to you about it."

"Do you want some help?" she asked, as he fought to keep hold if his papers.

"Please," he said. Reagan snapped her fingers and the papers shuffled around in his hands, organizing themselves.

"That wandless magic stuff is pretty cool," Trevor said.

"It took a little while to master, but it was sort of a necessity with my line of work," Reagan replied. "Finally!"

The doors to the lift opened and they both rushed out and down the hall towards the stairs that lead down to the courtrooms.

"Why does this seem so familiar?" James asked as they both came into the room. He was standing near the doorway, smirking.

"Shut it," Reagan replied.

"Hey now," James said. "I happen to be a-"

"Ranking officer," Reagan finished for him. "But I'm not an Auror, so those rules don't apply to me, and I can say whatever I want to you."

"But you are an Animagent, so they do," James said.

"James I have to be an Auror to be an Animagent," Reagan said. "I don't want any strings pulled to get me in. I don't want to be an Animagent, I want to be an advisor."

"We're going to talk about this later," James said.

"No we aren't," Reagan said, and went down the stairs. James followed her to the bottom of the courtroom, where four other witches and wizards were sitting. The entire courtroom was filled with Aurors, and Reagan wondered where Trevor was sitting.

"All right, Miss Advisor, make my meeting safe," James said and handed her a piece of paper. "I need a list of everyone who is here, and I need it and them secure."

"Do you want me to pull a DA agreement?" Reagan asked, referring to their aunt's charm she placed on the list of DA members.

"Something like that," James replied. "But more severe."

Reagan nodded and pulled out her wand. After thinking for a moment, she muttered, "Bindius Contractai" and the parchment shinned purple for a moment before turning back to its creamy color. Looking up at the Aurors she muttered, "Bindius Secrtarium" and a blue wind swept through the room.

"What did you do?" James asked, taking the parchment from her.

"If anyone thwhoat signs that contract breaks it in any way, they will be immediately transported to Father's office, magically bound and gagged and will have a purple A on their forehead," Reagan replied. "The same will happen if anyone in this room discusses the events today with someone they should not or in a way they should not, except they will have a blue A on their forehead."

"That works," James said and signed the parchment. Reagan signed it after him and then passed it down the line of chairs. "Good work."

"Believe it or not, James, I am capable of more."

"I know," James said. "Lets just be on time from now on."

"I apologize," Reagan said.

"It was a bit interesting to see you and Trevor rush in here together," James said.

"We rode the lift together," Reagan replied. "And-" she cast a Silencing Charm around them "-and that was all that happened. Trevor and I are friends."

"You know you say that a lot," James said. "Its almost like you're trying to convince yourself instead of everyone else."

Reagan rolled her eyes and sat down.



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"So are you coming to all our meetings?" Trevor asked.

Reagan looked up from her paper work. She was back in her office, three hours after the Animagent meeting.

"Wow, Trevor," Reagan said, putting her quill down. "I don't see you for an entire month, and now its twice in one day."

"Its just one of those days," he replied.

"To answer your question, no," Reagan said. "I'll only go to the meetings I need to."

"Ooh," he replied. "Nice flowers."

Reagan glanced at the vase of flowers by the window, careful not to let her thoughts show on her face.

"Thank you," she replied.

"Who sent you those?" he asked.

"What makes you think someone sent them to me?" she asked.

"Thats how most people get flowers," he replied.

"Did they teach you that in the Auror Academy?" she asked.

"Nope, just common sense," he said.

"Sounded like that psychological babble they make you go through at the Academy," she said. "I bought them myself, Trevor. I had them delivered this morning. It makes the room more colorful."

"If you had wanted flowers, I could have sent you some," Trevor said.

"But I wouldn't ask," Reagan replied. "Why are you here, Trevor?"

"I wanted to know if you were busy tonight," he said.

"Are you asking me out?" she asked.

"I'm asking if are busy tonight," he replied, fighting a smile. "There was nothing about going in the question."

"It was implied."

"Are you busy?"

"No."

Trevor smiled and nodded. "Thats nice to know. See you around." He turned and walked towards her office door.

"Trevor!" she cried, laughing. "Thats it? You wanted to know if I had plans, and you weren't going to suggest anything?"

He smiled and shrugged. "I never said I was free tonight."

Reagan laughed. "Then what was that all about?"

"I just wanted to know if you had any plans, that was all."

"Do you have any plans?" Reagan asked.

"Are you asking me out now?" he asked.

"Could you not answer my question with a question?"

"Look who's quoting psycho babble now."

Reagan sighed. "Could you be mature please?"

"Could you?"

Reagan gaped at him. "Me? I'm the one that needs to be mature?"

"Well, I'm glad we agree," he replied. "I'll be mature if you are."

"Fair enough."

"No, I do not have any plans."

"Would you like to do something?" she asked.

"Oh, so you are asking me out," Trevor replied.

"In thought we were going to be mature about this," she said.

"Okay, okay," Trevor laughed. "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know," she said. "Something Muggle."

"Muggle?" he asked. "Do you know anything about Muggles?"

"Well, American witches and wizards are a lot like Muggles," Reagan replied. "Their customs and things they wear and stuff like that. I know a place in Muggle London that attracts both crowds."

Trevor didn't look convinced.

"I assure you it will be fun," she said. "Besides, neither of us are busy."

"All right, I'm game," he said. "What time?"

"Meet me at my place around nine," she said.

"Sounds good," he replied. "See you then."



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Reagan felt a little guilty about going out with Trevor while Brent was away. She knew he was in Wales, and he wouldn't find out.

"Trevor and I are just friends," she told her reflection. "Brent and I are, well..."

"More than friends, dear?" her mirror asked.

"Oh I don't know," Reagan whispered and sighed. A knock came from the other room and she knew it was Trevor.

She opened the door and he was standing on her doorstep, grinning at her.

"Did you put wards up?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "My dad did them, and I modified them. They only stop people who are coming to harm me."

"Ah," he said. "So I have to think happy thoughts when I come over?"

"Something like that," she said and held for the door from him.

"Clever."

"Convenient," she replied. "I'm almost ready."

"Here," he said and pulled a bouquet of yellow roses out from behind his back. "I heard yellow was for friendship. And they were all out of pink."

Reagan smiled and took the flowers from him. "Thank you, Trevor. This is just what this place needed." She summoned a vase and set them in, filling it with water from her wand.

"You make magic look effortless," Trevor said as he watched her.

"Shouldn't it be?" she asked, placing her flowers in the center of the table.

"Well yes it should," he replied. "But most people have to think about it, about that spell to cast, and about the words and pronouncing them correctly. You just wave your wand, or your hand it it happens."

"Well I know the spells and the pronunciations, Trevor," she said. "Most people make magic hard. They make it to be something else to remember. You'd be surprised at how many witches and wizards are Muggles at heart. A lot of people make magic too big of a deal. They take it too seriously."

"And you don't?"

"Not really," Reagan replied, walking back towards her bathroom. "I mean its nothing I can change, its in me. But it doesn't define me. I could live as a Muggle, be the same person and be just as happy."

"I see."

"You're the same way, Trevor," she said. "Magic comes easy to you. Cal, on the other hand, it does not. He had to think about it before he does it. Magic is like walking. Do you think about how to do it before you get up and walk across the room? No. And Cal can walk just fine, but his magic is a bit slow because he has to think about it."

"But magic is second nature to us because we've studied it."

"But magic is second nature to us," Reagan replied. "For most of the wizarding community it is not."

"Are you ready yet?" he asked. "What are you doing?"

"Its called mascara," Reagan said.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"I'm not poking it in my eye," she replied. "I brushing my eye lashes with it."

"It still looks odd."

"Haven't you ever seen a girl put on makeup before?"

"No," he replied. "My aunt didn't really wear makeup and I never would have thought to ask her if I could watch."

"Well, I'll have to give you a lesson sometime," Reagan said. "Its much easier to understand the woman psyche when you understand why she wears make up."

"Reagan, no matter what you say, I won't ever understand what goes on in your head."

Reagan smiled at him. "Lets get going."



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Reagan's 'both crowd' place was crowded. She and Trevor got in easily enough and made their way to the bar.

"Do you think they have Firewhisky?" he asked her.

Reagan nodded. "Its run by a wizard."

"And fer yoo?" the bartender asked Trevor.

"A shot of Firewhisky," Trevor said.

"Martini," Reagan said. "Drinker's Delight."

The bartender nodded and turned away from them to fill their order.

"Drinker's Delight?" Trevor asked.

"Its something I picked up in America," Reagan explained. "Its a martini that tastes like whatever the drinker wants it to."

"Heer yer go," the bartender said. "Have some fun, and don't Apparate under the influence."

"Thanks," Trevor said wearily and paid them man for their drinks. Looking at Reagan, he asked, "Did he just say Apparate? In front of Muggles?"

Reagan nodded. "See the catch to having Muggles and Wizards in the same place is that the Muggle drinks are spiked with a Hazing Potion. It makes it so that the Muggles don't remember much of what happened while they are in here, that way if they see or hear about any magic they don't remember it after they leave."

"And the Muggles that don't drink?" Trevor asked.

"Trevor look around! Do you see any Muggles who would pass up a drink in here?"

Trevor glanced around them. It was dark, a bit hazy like there was a morning fog moving into the room. There were brilliantly colored lights that were flashed and danced across the room. The entire dance floor area was crowded with people, wizards and Muggles alike, all dancing together. Along the back wall, was the bar area, stretching the entire length of the wall, with high toped tables and chairs in the area in front of the bar, also crowded with people.

"Where did you hear about this place?" Trevor asked, having to yell over the music.

"Taryn," Reagan replied.

"The girl in your office?" Trevor asked.

"She went to Hogwarts with us, she was two years behind me."

"And you've taken a liking to her," Trevor said.

"I think she deserves a shot," Reagan replied. "She's been in that office for two years and a month ago she assisted me on her first Construction."

"You always did have a liking for people who needed a friend," Trevor laughed. "Cal was the lonely Muggle raised."

"And Josie was the Slytherin in Gryffindor."

Trevor glanced at her. "I wasn't going to say anything."

"I know," Reagan replied, and took a sip of her drink. "Thats why I did." Trevor nodded.

"What about me?" he asked. "I wasn't in need, and you took to me, trusted me when most wouldn't have."

"You were a wrongly sorted Slytherin," Reagan said. "And someone told me I could trust you, so I did."

"Someone?" Trevor asked. "Who on earth told you that I was trust worthy?"

Reagan laughed. "I never said they were on earth! Come, on I want to dance!"

Trevor then found himself being pulled onto the dance floor. He downed the rest of his drink, and set it on a table as they passed. The dancing at this place was not like they had done at the first Winter Ball they had gone to together. There was no laughing and twirling. This was close together, loud, and moving with the music like Trevor had never done before.

"Reagan, I can't dance!" Trevor called at her.

"Yes you can!" she replied. "Just move with the music, Trevor!"

She took his hands and moved him closer to her, putting his hands on her hips, and he tried to move with her as she moved with the music. She had her arm around his shoulders, her hand on the back of his head, and her face was close to his. Trevor could feel everyone around them fading away and he looked at her and how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to be with her and he wanted again to kiss her. Their eyes were locked and he dared a glance at her lips and then back to her eyes, searching for permission. He didn't understand why she was so off limits to him, he didn't understand why she kept pushing him away. Her eyes didn't stray from his as them moved and danced with the music, and as the song wore on, Trevor felt his nerve leaving him, and the sounds of the other dancers came back to his ears and he looked away.

"I'm going to get another drink," he said to her, not looking at her. He walked away back towards the bar, not wanting to look back. He ordered and paid for his new drink and then another and finally looked back as his fourth drink came across the bar.

He sat and watched her dance, wondering if he should go back out there, when a Muggle came up to him.

"Hey," the guy said. Trevor glanced at him.

"Hi."

"You with her?" he asked, pointing the top of his beer towards her.

Trevor glanced at Reagan. "I came with her, but I'm not with her."

"Awesome," the guy said. "Thanks man."

Trevor rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Muggles."

He watched as the guy went up to Reagan and said something to her. She laughed and glanced at Trevor, her eyes betting big.

Trevor laughed to himself and set his glass on the bar. He walked over to Reagan where she was politely talking with the Muggle, but she looked like she wanted to leave.

"Trevor!" she exclaimed. "This is Jonathan. Jonathan, my friend Trevor. "

"We should get going," Trevor said to her and took her elbow.

"Well, hold on a moment," Jonathan said. "I was just asking Megan if she wanted to come back to my place. A group of us are getting together later."

"Its Ray-gen and I doubt my boyfriend would like that," Reagan said.

"But Trevor here said he wasn't your boyfriend," Jonathan replied.

Reagan glanced at Trevor. "Well, no, Trevor isn't my boyfriend.

"Then why are you out with Trevor and not your boyfriend?"

"Yes, why are you out with me and not your boyfriend?" Trevor asked.

Reagan looked from Trevor to Jonathan and was terrified. How could she have slipped up? She had been eager to get away from Jonathan. He was a bit intoxicated and even more annoying, saying that she was an angel from heaven and then asking her to come back to her place. She just wanted him to go away.

"The flowers," Trevor said. "You didn't buy them did you?"

"Trevor--"

"That also explains why you were so off limits," Trevor said. "and I thought it had something to do with your father."

"I wanted to tell you," Reagan said.

"No, you didn't. Or else you would have."

"I did, I wanted you to know, just not like this."

"He didn't know?" Jonathan asked, pointing at Trevor. "She must be a great friend of yours, Trevor-O, she didn't even tell you that she had a boyfriend. She must like you, or else she would have told you."

"Silencium," Reagan said to Jonathan and his mouth continued to move but no sound came out.

"Great, now you've lied to me, broken a wizarding law, and you'll have to Obliviate him before we leave."

"I doubt he noticed, stop saying 'wizard,' and I'm sorry Trevor."

"Who is he, Reagan?" he asked.

"Brent Johnson."

"The Canon's Seeker?" he asked. "For some reason I thought you weren't the jock kinda girl. I can't believe you didn't tell me! You take off for four years without a word, and now you're lying to me about Brent Johnson? We were friends, Reagan. Thats all I wanted. I don't know about you, but I don't lie to my friends and I certainly never lied to you."

"Trevor--"

"Have a good night, Reagan. And remember to wipe his memory before you leave."

And he was gone.

Reagan sighed and fought back tears. She waved her hand at Jonathan and wiped his memory. He stared at her blankly and she would Apparate away. Jonathan wouldn't remember anything the next morning, but Trevor would.





A/N: Ahhh, more angst for Trevor and Reagan. But Miss Reagan has her hunky Seeker to take her mind off of things. More of him to come in the next chapter, along with Cal, Lane, more James and Darenn as parents, and also the winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award.

I have created a Yahoo Group for these fics, and as a thank you for joining, you will receive access to the chapters a day earlier than fanfiction.net. The address to the group is on my author page, and I hope to see you all join.

The prediction in the "As Seen in a Dream," where Reagan saw a Seeker die, was partly Josie's death, and partly Josie's catching of the Snitch in the Quidditch final. No harm will come to Brent Johnson, well no harm like that.

I have also began another story, titled "The Calm." It is not in this universe, but deals with Harry Potter's daughter. She's different than Reagan, and its a completely different story and plot all together. It is also on my author page, if you'd like to try it out.

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~Miss Erica Evans