Door 8

It was a ray of sunshine that peeked through the thick curtain and fell onto her face that awoke Angelina the next morning. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times to get used to the light in the room. A yawn escaped her when she stretched, but that sound was soon replaced by gasp when she saw Montague sitting in one of the chairs beside the window.

"What are you doing in here?" Angelina demanded and glared at him. Montague only raised his eyebrows at her and looked around the room, his action clearly saying that this was still his house.

"Make sure to be ready to go out after breakfast. And make sure the children are as well." With this he arose from the chair and walked towards the door.

"What? Hey, Montague, don't you think you could at least tell me what you're planning?"

"I could, but that would be no fun."

To say that Angelina was surprised when the stadium appeared in front of them would have been an underestimation. She stopped immediately and waited for Montague to finally tell her what this was all about, but it took him some moments to notice that neither she nor the children were walking behind him anymore.

"What? Are you coming or not?" he asked over his shoulder and waited impatiently for the three of them to follow him.

"What are we doing here?" Angelina finally asked him as they entered the stadium. Montague looked ahead of him into nowhere for a moment before he turned his eyes to meet hers.

"Saving the world." He replied. Angelina didn't know what to say to this, but luckily for her a middle-aged man came hastily towards them.

"I don't know what you're planning Montague, but I can't let her fly." The man said and looked at Angelina.

"Girl, I can fully understand that you want to be on a broom again as soon as possible, but Greg will have my head if I let you fly."

"What?" Angelina asked perplexed, wondering what her coach had to do with this.

"Well, after your accident last season and after the doctors said you weren't allowed to fly for a year, Greg made sure that everyone in the league would take care that you won't fly. And I'm not willing to risk my neck for you."

"She won't fly." Montague assured his coach.

"I need two brooms. One for me and one for the boy." He said and moved his head towards Samuel.

"You want to teach him how to fly?" Angelina asked Montague when his coach left to get two brooms.

"Why not, he has to learn it one day." Montague shrugged.

"Come on." He spoke to Samuel for the first time when the brooms were brought to them. Angelina and Emily walked towards a bench and sat down on it, Emily on Angelina's lap.

They sat silently for some time, watching how Montague taught Samuel the basics of flying. When Samuel flew the first rounds Emily's eyes followed her brother proudly.

"He's good, isn't he?"

It took Angelina a moment to realise that it had been Emily who had spoken.

"Yes, yes he is good."

"Do you think he could be a Quidditch player one day? It's his biggest wish, you know. Because our father often told him about Quidditch. He had been playing at Hogwarts. He promised Sam to take him to a match when he would be older. But then he and mummy died before he could take him to one. And Miss Robert doesn't like Quidditch. She says it is nonsense and a waste of time. And she told me I was talking too much, so I just stopped. I will stop if you want me to." Emily said and turned her head to look at Angelina.

"No, I don't want you to stop speaking." Angelina replied softly and ran a hand through Emily's hair. Emily smiled at the young woman and turned back around to watch Samuel and Montague flying.

"I bet he won't stop talking tonight. He will be so excited about it. He is his favourite player, you know? He has always read the newspapers to see some news on Quidditch…"

Later Angelina wouldn't have been able to say how long Emily had talked, or what she had talked about. She didn't seem to stop at all. But Angelina didn't mind. She just sat there and listened to the little girl's stories about her parents and the orphanage. As Emily started to shiver in the cold, Angelina pulled her closer to her chest and brought her arms around her body. Emily welcomed the comforting warmth and snuggled into Angelina, feeling save and warm with someone besides her brother for the first time in a long time.