Author's Note: Yikes, its been forever since I updated, and I'm sorry. I just hit a major bout of writer's block with this story. I'll try to do my best to the end, but I'm not guaranteeing anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original Harry Potter characters.
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The minute Chudley returned from London, Wynter set his plan into motion. Chudley was more than willing to help. Apparently Sophia's attention had been making him rather uncomfortable for some time. The next time Soph came over to the house Wynter made sure that Chudley was as loud and disgustingly obnoxious as was humanly possible. He walked around completely disheveled, eating crisps and letting the crumbs fall everywhere. He even went so far as to scratch himself and belch loudly
The plan completely failed. Sophia thought it was all hilarious. She seemed to think it was some kind of a joke. Wynter had Chudley keep it up for a few days, but it was to no avail. A week after the first attempt Wynter was flopping down in Ollie's chair again.
"This is absolutely ridiculous! She thinks its funny Ollie, she thinks its cute. No matter what we do her focus just keeps coming back to Chudley."
Oliver shot his friend a sympathetic look. "I don't know what to tell you. I've been around Chud these past couple of days, and if that won't deter Soph then I don't know what will."
Wynter buried his face in his hands and growled. "I know. I don't know what to do."
"Neither do I mate. Have you talked to Misty about it?"
Wyn shook his head. "No, I haven't. Do you think she could help?"
"Maybe. She could try and find out what it is that Soph sees in Chudley and you could work from that."
" I suppose its worth a try."
"Well you know what they say, desperate times…"
Wynter hurried home and burst into Misty's room. His sister, with her phone to her ear, quickly looked up before returning to her call.
"Yeah. Okay. I'll call you later. Bye." She clicked the phone off and looked up at her twin.
"What was that about?" he asked.
She looked down at her feet guiltily.
"You were talking to that Muggle weren't you?"
Misty got to her feet angrily. "Oh don't even go there Wynter! We were taught better than that, and you know as well as I do that there isn't a thing wrong with Muggles!"
"You think I don't know that? I know there's nothing wrong with Muggles. But what do you expect to come from a relationship with one? You couldn't tell him you're a witch, he'd bloody well want to have you committed! And if you tried to prove it to him you'd get in trouble with the ministry!"
Misty threw her hands up and growled. "I'm not going to marry him for Merlin's sake! I'm not even going to think about telling him Wyn. I just wanted someone new to talk to. He's sweet, and he had the guts to apologize to me."
"Yeah Misty, but he didn't do anything. He had to apologize for what his ass of a friend said. Do you really want to hang around someone with friends like that?"
"He's different, and maybe I just want to hang out with someone who isn't in our inner circle for once!"
"Oh, so now you're too good for our friends?"
"That's not what I said and you know it!"
"Whatever Misty."
Misty gave a sigh and shook her head. "Let's just forget this. What did you need to talk to me about?"
Wynter's handsome features twisted into a frown. "Forget it. I'll just deal with it on my own."
"Deal with what?" But she was met only with the slam of her door. She threw herself on the bed in frustration, burying her face in her pillow. A few minutes after Wynter's departure her father stuck his head into the room hesitantly.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" Blaise asked his daughter.
Misty sat up. "I would be if my brother could pull his head out of his ass. Oh, who am I kidding, I hate it when we fight."
He stepped into the room and sat down on the bed. "Want to tell me what you fought about?" he asked, regarding her with that inherently intense way he always had about him.
"I guess. I made friends with this Muggle boy from the neighborhood, and Wyn thinks us being friends is a bad idea because I'd have to keep secrets from him."
Blaise hugged his daughter tight.
"Wynter just worries about you getting hurt. I'm sure this boy is nice, and I'm sure Wyn will come around. Don't worry about it."
Misty nodded. "Thanks Daddy."
"No problem."
The next day all the kids were gathered as usual at Sophia's, but there were some obvious differences in the dynamic of the group. Wynter and Misty sat across the room for each other, Wynter looking overly upset. Oliver and Delia were sitting together again, hands linked. Sophia, as usual, was staring off into space, most likely daydreaming about Chudley again. The room remained eerily quiet for minutes on end until Ollie burst out.
"I've got it!" Sophia just about jumped out of her skin at his outburst.
"You've got what?" she asked.
"A way to fix things between our parents."
Delia looked hesitant.
"Ollie…"
"Wait, just let me explain before you say no." Everybody sat up and paid close attention. "We've all heard so much about that costume ball that our parents all went to in their last year at Hogwarts right? And we've all heard how great it was for their relationships. Why don't we try to recreate the ball? It could remind them how much they loved each other then , and how much they really love each other now."
"You know, it may actually work," Delia mused.
"I think it's a good idea, but I still think that you should talk to your parents."
"Like they'd even tell us anything if we did talk to them. I say we recreate the ball. We could do it easily. Sometimes kids just have to take matters into their own hands."
"I'm with Ollie. I think we should do it!" Misty said. Wynter shot her a nasty look. "What? Just because you're upset with me doesn't mean I'm not allowed to talk Wynter."
"Fine, but if we're going to do this we're not going to do it half baked," Wyn said.
"Agreed. Delia, what do you think?"
They all waited on pins and needles for Delia to respond.
"All right. Let's do it."
"Okay. We're going to need some help."
Later on Delia and Ollie went to her house.
"I can't believe we're sinking this low," Oliver muttered.
"Relax, we're going to need the help. It's not like we can tell them the whole story anyway."
Ollie nodded and sighed as they approached a door covered in Quidditch paraphernalia. They swung open the door and saw the auburn haired boy and curly brown haired girl they were looking for.
"Lexi, Delcan, we need your help."