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Chapter 22
The Plan Unfolds
The plans were set. The day before the wedding Jenna would tell her mother that Fred and George had invited her and the twins to a Quidditch game. It was sure to work.
"It will never work!" Addy screamed as Rhea relayed the plan over dinner one night. "It just won't. Jenna, your mother already knows when the wedding is, right? Well, then she'd know we were faking!"
Rhea was stuffing mashed potatoes into her mouth when she stopped halfway. "Wait, you told her the date of the wedding?" she asked Jenna.
Jenna gave a small smile. "No. I just asked her if I could go. I only told her it was in July."
Rhea's sigh was audible. "Well, good because I owled Fred and George and they said it was a brilliant plan," she beamed. Addy's mouth flopped like fish out of water.
"You what! I can't believe you are actually doing this! What do think is going to happen if her Mum finds out? Do you think that she'll be fine and dandy with it? What in the world is going on in that thick skull of yours? Filled with nothing but air and bits of fluff, I bet."
"Addy, you sound like Grandma. Now shut it before I do it for you. We're doing this."
Addy glared at her sister before huffing audibly and leaving the table in a rush. Rhea and Jenna watched her walk away, trip over her robes, and stomp out of the Great Hall like she was perfectly fine. Jenna threw a worried glance at Rhea.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Rhea gave her a big smile.
"Course I am. Pass the gravy?"
The icy winds of winter had completely faded from the memories of Hogwarts' students and the warm breezes of late spring turned the once barren landscape into an English paradise.
It was time for "The Plan" as it is generally referred to, to commence. Jenna had stayed up way past her normal bedtime perfecting the letter she was going to send her mother. At about one in morning, Jenna placed her quill on the table and stared the parchment in admiration.
Dear Mum,
Addy and Rhea's uncles, Fred and George, invited us to a Quidditch match on June 30th: Appleby Arrows versus the Kenmare Kestrels. Not that that would mean much to you, but it should be very exciting. If I went, I would have to spend a day or two with the Weasleys because a match could go on for days, if need be. Could I go? Send me back your answer as quickly as you can because Fred and George need to know how many tickets to buy.
You loving daughter,
Jenna
The next morning before breakfast, Jenna made her way up to the owlery un-accompanied by the fire haired twins. The tower was drafty and chilly, even in the warm April air. Owls hooted and rustled their feathers from the rafters above. She selected a medium sized owl and began tying the letter to its leg. As she watched it fly off, she heard footsteps on the stairwell and a soft mumbling.
She turned toward the sound at the exact moment a head of messy black hair poked through the entrance way.
"Uh…hi." Jenna said softly. Harry looked up from the letter he had been staring at and blanched when he saw who had spoken.
"Oh- uh…hi, J-Jenna. How have you been?" He grasped the parchment in his hands tightly as he spoke nervously.
"I'm fine, D-Harry."
"Well…well, that's good." He averted his eyes and busied himself with finding an owl and tying the note onto its leg, just as Jenna had done. He whispered quietly to the bird and waited till it soared into the dove-grey sky before nodding curtly to Jenna and quickly leaving.
Jenna listened to the sound of Harry's footsteps recede into nothingness before descending the staircase herself.