The Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle

by Divess

Life is good for The Malfoys since their return to England in 2006. The only wrinkle is Draco's newly found proclivity for dangerous, Muggle sports. An accident in 2008 laid him up for weeks. Now, in 2009, it's clear to Hermione that Draco could be headed for disaster. M for CHARACTER DEATH. OC/AU. Tragedy/Drama/Romance. M/T. NOT DRAMIONE. Sequel to: The Tale Of Two Wizards.

69. Chapter 69

Previously on A Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle: Chapter 68

Hermione spoke into the mobile.

Hello mum.

I know Emilio is there. Am I interrupting?

No love. You're not interrupting anything. My wanker fiance has stepped away for the moment. I need your input.

Do you now? I understand you'll be interviewing a wedding planner tomorrow morning, without me.

Hermione sighed. Emilio was getting as bad as Scorp.

There's no sense sighing. I know all about it. Do you need me to come with you?

No mum. I need your help with something else. I've found the perfect wedding dress but it needs some alteration. I'd like to use an Italian dressmaker.

Why Italian love? There must be plenty of fine dressmakers in London.

London does have plenty, but I don't want wagging tongues spoiling my surprise. Emilio will not see or hear about the cut, the curve, the sleeves or anything else about my dress until our wedding day.

Alright sweetie, calm down. Let me check around. I'll call you when I have something to share. Let me know how the meeting with the wedding planner goes. Love you. Kiss Scorp for me. Speak to you soon.

Love you too mum. Goodnight.

Hermione headed to the bedroom wondering just how quickly she could separate COO Lozier from his pajamas.

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A Tale Of Two Wizards Full Circle: Chapter 69

Separating COO Lozier from his pajamas was going to take a bit longer than Hermione hoped. Emilio, who was sitting up with his back against the back board wanted to talk about their wedding.

Hermione stared at her fiance. "Should I take your steely gaze to mean there is something other than romance on your mind?"

Emilio held out his hand beckoning Hermione to come closer. "I don't know about a steely gaze, but I would like to have a short conversation about our wedding."

Hermione plopped down on the side of the bed with a snappy retort on her lips but reconsidered when Emilio continued to speak.

"Please remove that frown from your lovely face. It will be a short conversation. In fact, it doesn't even have to be a conversation at all if you will answer one question."

Taking Emilio's hand and running the back of it across her cheek, she gave him a dazzling smile. "Alright love. One question then you will remove those striped pajamas."

A grinning Emilio agreed.

"Ask away then."

"May I make a short statement before asking my question?" Inquired Emilio still with a wide grin on his face.

Hermione couldn't help grinning. Emilio was being a prat. "Make your statement prat."

Grabbing Hermione around the waist, Emilio pulled her closer to whisper in her ear. "I may be a prat, but I'm the prat who has been given authorization to make a statement then ask a question."

Hermione let herself go limp. Lying back against Emilio with hands spread out at her sides, Hermione scolded her wizard. "Fine prat just keep talking. I'll just lie here and listen to you babble. Just remember it is you not I that has to be up before the sun."

"Alright love. The statement: You have begun planning our wedding which thrills this groom to be to no end. The question: What am I supposed to be doing at this point in time? Should…."

"Nope, nope, nope. You've made your statement and asked your question, your one question. I'll address the statement first. Yes, I've begun planning for our wedding and I am glad you're thrilled Mr. Groom to be. As for what you should be doing, it's only a matter of getting your Best Man and Groomsmen in order. Of course we first have to agree on a number."

"Agree on a number?" Emilio asked, pulling himself up straight. "I'm a novice love. Please treat me as such. What number?"

"You've had your one question, yet you persist. We have to agree on the number of people we will have in the wedding party. After the Best Man and Maid of Honor, we must decide on the number of Bridesmaids and Groomsmen. It's my opinion we should have five."

Emilio parroted Hermione like some dolt. "Five? Shouldn't it be an even number? I mean how will that work? I have three and you have two?"

Hermione closed her eyes wondering if Emilio was putting her on. Before she could get into a huff, Emilio pulled her into the bed beside him. "I'm winding you up love. I realize exactly what you mean. If our number is five, I'd better start pinning wizards down now."

"Right in one Mr. Lozier. Luckily, magical wedding planners can do it all including setting a timeline. After I speak with Grace Leyton tomorrow, we'll know more. If she is an acceptable choice, we will need to make an appointment to speak with her together where she will suss out everything for us, after which, you will be a knowledgeable Groom to be. I know Matt and Gas will be keeping you quite busy for the next few weeks, but you will probably have to take an hour or two off here and there." Flipping herself so she was straddling Emilio, Hermione went nose to nose. "Happy now?" She asked before nipping him on the neck.

"Extremely happy. I'm good to go. All I have to do is pick five wizards then sit back until…."

One thought had led to another. I know I was only allowed one statement and one question, but there is something very important I neglected to mention."

"Alright Mr. Lozier. Even though I can feel your very firm manhood trying to poke its way out of those fine pajamas, feel free to keep talking."

Emilio snickered. "He is firm. I'll give you that. However, we have a conundrum. I happened to look at the 2010 calendar. We have chosen 10/19/10 as our day, but it is a Tuesday. I believe we should adjust the date to either Saturday 10/16 or Saturday 10/23 or any Saturday or Sunday of your choice. It's an easy fix because we really haven't shared dates with anyone except Louis."

Rolling off Emilio, Hermione replied with a gasp. "Oh Merlin. I never checked dates after we decided on 10/19. Thank you for spotting that love. Your bride to be was so excited about your proposal she neglected to do due diligence. Hahaha, the whole of MCC would have had to take a day off in the middle of the week. Let's discuss this tomorrow after you take Scorp for a walk and I meet with Grace."

"Yes. Let's discuss it tomorrow. Shall I undress you with my wand or will you undress yourself?"

After leaving a very sloppy kiss on Emilio's lips, Hermione jumped up. "Loo break first then you can remove every stitch of my clothing. Right back."

Emilio took the opportunity to remove his striped pajamas. He wanted to be ready.

/*/

Emilio was lying in bed waiting for Hermione when he heard the ping of his mobile. Stretching, he decided to stay right where he was. It was family time. Text messages could wait. Then he thought better of it. Something might have gone amiss somewhere. Summoning his wand from the dresser, Emilio Accio'd his mobile.

Finished in the bathroom, Hermione undressed, joined Emilio in bed looking over his shoulder as he read the text.

"A text this time of night? That's unusual. No trouble I hope."

"It is indeed unusual." Emilio replied absentmindedly. "No trouble. Matt decided to take a spur of the moment trip to Belgium this weekend. He's asking that I see to James if we get an affirmative response. He added I should also see to him even if he declines the position. My cousin the wanderer."

"I guess the cousin is under a bit of stress if he just took off to Belgium for the weekend knowing…."

Hermione didn't finish the sentence. What Matt did was his own business.

Reaching over Hermione, Emilio placed the mobile back on the dresser before picking up his wand to turn out the lights. "It's possible the cousin is under a bit of stress as are we all. In this case though, I believe the interactions between him, Patrick and David left him feeling a bit nostalgic. Nothing like a cozy catch up with old mates. Enough about Matt. If it comes to it, I'll do what is necessary. This our time. My mind should be on making love with my fiancee."

Snuggling in close, Hermione whispered a bit of cheek. "Exactly where my mind is as well. I'm glad you finally remembered I was here."

Emilio grabbed Hermione in a bone crushing hug. "With that scent, that body and your lack of clothing, how could I ever forget you are here? I love you Mrs. Hermione." He whispered, rubbing his engorged dick back and forth between her spread legs. "And I love this. Wrap your legs around me and prepare to give me your love."

Sexually stimulated, Hermione grabbed him under his arms and across his back before spreading her legs as wide as they could go. It was past time for her to get some Meelio loving.

/*/

After the sex as they laid there cuddling, Hermione asked a question of her own. "You do know your someday son is going to be disappointed?"

Savoring their magnificent climaxes, Emilio was still in the midst of a sex stupor when Hermione spoke. It had taken seconds for the question to sink in. When it did, he was puzzled. Leaning over, he left a quick kiss on Hermione's lips before responding. "Disappointed? How so Mrs. Hermione. I'd never purposely disappoint Scorp."

Throwing a leg over Emilio's hip and leaving a kiss on his chest, Hermione explained. "I know you wouldn't purposely disappoint our boy but you have been charged with seeing to James. That won't be possible if you're somewhere off on a walk with Scorp."

After several seconds, Emilio realized Hermione was correct. Matt's wanderlust had thrown a wrench into the works. Pulling himself up in the bed, he took a quick glance at the Wonder Wizard Clock which showed 10:30. "You are right in one love, but have no fear as I am a brilliant wizard who can fix this without breaking a sweat."

"Excellent my brilliant wizard. What is your plan?"

Emilio put on a wicked smirk as he removed Hermione's leg from across his thigh. "The Lozier plan is thus. I shall immediately leave here to catch up with James from whom I will elicit his affirmation or refusal of the offered position. Depending on his answer, I will either kill him with a curse or kill him with a curse."

"Nice choices, but how will that help the situation? On the one hand, you'll be free to take our son out, but on the other you'll have a dead body in your suite." Hermione remarked with a soft giggle.

Emilio gave Hermione a light tap on the bum as he passed on his way to the bathroom. "Or, I might just move our walk to Sunday which will be even better because all three of us will be able to participate. See, problem solved."

Rolling over onto her back, Hermione nodded her head. Her wizard was brilliant. Problem solved.

/*/

After dressing using the one article of clothing at a time method, Emilio kissed Hermione before telling her he would call sometime that afternoon. His last words before Apparating out were a bit cheeky. "If my someday son who now knows how to pronounce my full name doesn't take kindly to the Saturday snub, call me. I'll speak to him. I'm off to chase down a wizard leaving my fiancee alone in bed, unbelievable."

With that, he was gone.

Hermione turned on her side, pulled up the blanket and closed her eyes wondering if Grace Leyton was as good as Hannah implied.

/*/

When Carmela finished the call with Hermione, she went to sit down across from Fausto who was having a second helping of dessert.

"This crumble is delicious. Are you going to have some with…." Fausto stopped in mid sentence. "What? You look like you've stolen something and been caught. Are Hermione and Scorp alright?"

"Hermione and Scorp are fine."

Taking another bite of the crumble, Fausto teased Carmela. "Well, what is it? Could it be you are now having regrets about telling Emilio I'm a big baby? Not very nice, but nothing to be upset about."

When Carmela didn't respond with her usual, I'll kill you with a curse, Fausto looked up from his plate to see her on the verge of tears. Jumping up from his chair, he spoke to her in a slightly raised voice.

"What's going on Carmela? Tell me now. Has something happened to Sal or Seth? Talk to me."

Hugging her husband, Carmela began to sob softly. "Hermione is getting married."

Fausto, who just couldn't help himself began smiling. His wife was fretting because her daughter was getting married.

"Even with me being a big baby, I fully understand that a wedding normally comes after an engagement. Where's the problem love?"

Carmela was wiping her face with the wet cloth Fausto had conjured and trying to speak at the same time. Fausto listened carefully trying to decipher what was coming out of Carmela's mouth. Finally, he made sense of it.

"Are you standing here telling me you're all out of sorts because you think things will change when Hermione marries Emilio. Change how? Change why?"

"Emilio doesn't have the ties to us Draco had. I won't see her and Scorp…"

Now Fausto was annoyed. He didn't let Carmela finish the sentence. "Stop it Carmela. You're talking nonsense. Even if Emilio bound and gagged your daughter, she would find a way to see her mum. It's my opinion you've been working too hard ever since Sal and Seth gave you that promotion. If something so silly upsets you to this point, I suggest you take a few days for yourself. SSE will survive. Theresa will see to it. Relaxation starts here and now. Go use your decadent Bubble Bath Charm and have a soak."

Carmela rolled her eyes at Fausto. "Stop talking down to me Mr. Maida or….."

Fausto kissed Carmela on the right temple. "I'm aware. You'll kill me with a curse."

"Yes I will." Carmela huffed as she admitted that a bubble bath soak did some enticing. "I do feel a bit foolish. Hermione would never desert her mum. Scorp wouldn't let her. He loves his Nonna."

"Contrary to whatever you are thinking about Emilio locking Hermione down, he's an upstanding, respectful wizard who would never keep her or Scorp away from you. As they say in London, you're barking."

Carmela gave him a weary smile as she headed to their bathroom. "I know that Fausto. Can't a mum have a simple breakdown without the point being belabored. Clean up behind yourself. I'm going to have a bath."

Shaking his head from side to side, Fausto had a big grin on his face as he flicked his wand to put the dessert away and clear up. He might just join Carmela in the bath. He always wanted a soak in bubbles and maybe a romp depending on what came up.

Giving his wand three short flicks, Fausto turned off the lights in the kitchen and headed to the bedroom with a wide smile on his face calling out to his wife.

"Your husband will be joining you in the soak."

/*/

As Hermione was falling off to sleep, Emilio was knocking on the door of suite 310 which was opened on the third knock.

James greeted Emilio with a smile. "Good evening Mr. COO. Are you here to check if the FF took proper care of the Italian Minister?"

Stepping in, Emilio replied with a laugh. "No James. I'm not here checking up on the FF. Those five don't need checking up on. I'm here on the most important matter."

James nodded. "You are absolutely right about that. Ezra, Richard, Caitlin, Adam and Nicholas left no stone unturned in their tour of MCC as well as my dinner. Instead of calling them the Fantastic Five, it's more than feasible they could be called the Beasts II. I got to speak at length with each of them except Richard who had a previous engagement. A company couldn't ask for better."

"Good to hear James. The FF has always represented MCC well.

"You're standing there like some stranger Emilio. Would you like a drink? The suite bar has whiskey, rum and brandy, no Guinness. Please come in and have a seat so we can discuss the very important matter."

With James' last words, Emilio felt as though he was pushing. James had promised to think it over and have an answer on Saturday yet here he was ….. pushing. "No Guinness, no problem. I'll have a brandy. Regarding the position, we'll only discuss it if you're comfortable doing so."

James didn't reply until both he and Emilio had a drink in their hand. "I'm more than comfortable around you Emilio. Always have been and always will be. Where shall I start?"

"If you've made a decision, start there."

Raising his glass, James gave an affirmative nod. "I believe it is time for me to seek a future in London. Therefore, I accept the position of Chief Marketing Officer at MCC, with a caveat."

"Excellent James. Matt and Gas will be pleased. Will you need thirty or sixty days to give notice? What is the caveat?"

"I've only had to give thirty days notice when leaving any position. That should be sufficient. Standard notice is my caveat."

"Wonderful. We're all set then. Monday is November 2nd. We'll enter a start date of Wednesday December 2nd with you completing all necessary MCC forms after turning in your papers to HOMI but before December 1st. Welcome aboard James. MCC has just acquired another brilliant wizard." Emilio added as he rose to shake hands.

James stood as well. "We'll see if that welcome still stands after six months with MCC."

"You forget. I've been around you for the better part of three years James and then some. I know your mindset and your ethics. You'll be a beast."

"Ah yes, a beast. Would that be beast with a capital B?"

"Most definitely James. We wouldn't have it any other way. I'm going to send a quick text to Matt and Gas then we can set a temporary itinerary. You might want to start drafting your resignation letter so it will be ready to turn in on Monday." Emilio added with a very wide grin covering his face.

"That can wait a bit. I'll have all day tomorrow and Sunday to tend to that. I'm here on a mini holiday. I want to hear what you have planned."

Emilio finished the texts before expansively throwing his arms wide. As he did so, he had an epiphany. "Although it isn't part of any sanctioned itinerary James, tomorrow you and I will get a bit of exercise while Hermione is off on an appointment. You and I and young Scorpius will have a walk then we'll show you our newly built home. Be up and ready by 9:30. We'll plan for Sunday tomorrow."

"Sounds different, but Mintster Woolee would never turn down a chance to consort with young Scorpius."

"Hahaha. Scorp did butcher your name a bit. He's learning. One last thing. Hermione and I would be delighted if you'd consent to be one of the Groomsmen at our wedding. Think about it. Now, I'm off to bed James. I'll be at your door at 9:30 sharp. Goodnight."

James was dumbfounded. All he managed to get out was goodnight Emilio. For several seconds, he remained in place. His mentor and friend had just offered him the highest honor. Of course he'd be a Groomsman. If this is what life in London was going to be, he'd take every moment of it.

It was an excited Groomsman to be that headed to bed.

/*/

As soon as he reached his suite, Emilio sent Hermione a text outlining his plan so she wouldn't be caught off guard. She might not read it this evening, but she would see it in the morning.

With that done, Emilio loudly thanked Merlin for all the good things in his life before climbing into bed.

/*/

As he, Jake, Davy and Mila sat around Jake's living room, Matt could feel Mila glance at him then glance away. After several glances, Matt asked her directly.

"What Mila? If you have something to share, share away. We're all friends here except for Davy. He's just some sot who wandered in."

Everyone laughed, but the air in the room suddenly seemed to have stop circulating. While Jake and Davy busied themselves looking into his glass or down at the floor, Matt continued to stare at Mila who had shifted in the chair and crossed one leg over the other.

Matt thought he had some idea of what was on the mind of the fit, light brunette witch with the gorgeous amber eyes, but he wanted to hear from her. He and she had many one offs when he lived in East Flanders. In fact, outside of three witches he couldn't name to this day, Mila was his only one off. Had he and Seth been set up properly, they probably would have become a couple. Their chemistry had been very strong. Their mindsets as well as their sexual appetites had also been aligned. But he had been rescued leaving her behind. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had changed everything including his station in life. With that station came amazing opportunities.

He and Mila had seen each other several times after he had claimed his inheritance, but Kim Reina who had her eye on Matt moved in quickly to stake her claim. After that, he quickly became engaged then married in short order. His one offs with Mila had ceased. They really hadn't even said a proper goodbye. He and Kim had received a card from Mila wishing them well. Matt couldn't remember, but was sure Kim said something uncalled for before throwing the card in the bin. At the time, he was besotted with his new wife and hadn't commented. Mila Kohl was no longer a part of his life.

/*/

Still gazing at Mila, Matt asked if she wanted more wine. Matt used his wand to direct the wine bottle so it was hovering over Mila's glass but before pouring he began teasing her.

"Oi! Before I pour this wine, let me have a look at your credentials. I don't think you're old enough to drink."

Mila smiled while Jake and Davy laughed out loud.

"Be careful Matt Lozio. Although I'm twenty nine, if you think I'm not old enough to drink, you may be in trouble for things past, and that shock of white hair won't save you."

Jake nudged Davy as they both suddenly remembered they had to get to the shop before it closed.

"We'll also be stopping by Davy's house to…" Jake let his sentence trail off.

Pouring the wine but still holding her gaze, Matt acknowledged Jake and Davy with a nod before replying softly to Mila. "Will I now? And here is me thinking everything done in the past was consensual. Shall I pack up and get out of here before you call the law?"

Mila smiled as she sipped her wine. "Every last thing was consensual Mr. Lozio. The only part I didn't like or should I say didn't expect was you running off, getting rich, and getting married. It was like the poor witch didn't even deserve an explanation. I cried a lot. But, that was then. Pat has shown me several articles about you and your life. Even though it was him who whisked you away from East Flanders, I was sorry to read about the death of your cousin Draco Malfoy. He did a lot for you and Seth. Congratulations on your position at MCC and becoming a Beast as well."

"Thank you Mila. If you know those things, you must also know the darker side to my story. My wife turned out to be a half mad psychopath who nearly killed a dear friend, but that's a part of my life I don't dwell on. I never meant to make you cry. After Draco and Hermione found us, it was like a whirlwind. I should have been more open with you."

Mila stretched. "No need for us to go back down that road Matt. What's done is done. I will say that you and Seth's good fortune lit a fire under mine, Davy's and Pat's arses. Instead of accepting being poor for the rest of our lives, we made plans. Thankfully, the plans have worked out. We aren't wealthy, but we aren't the poor slobs from East Flanders either. Have you been by 515 yet?"

A small ball of guilt that had been building up inside of Matt suddenly dispersed when Mila said his good fortune had lit a fire under their arses. He silently wondered if he and Seth hadn't left Belgium would they have found a way out of poverty.

"I'm glad things are working out for my good mates. I haven't been by 515 yet, but will be visiting tomorrow. Jake knows the current owners and they have kindly invited us over. You should come along. After all, you probably know that house as well as Seth and I."

When Mila stood, Matt stood. "I'll pass on visiting your old home. Maybe I'll see you before you go back to London. If not, it was wonderful catching up. Tell Pat and Davy…"

Matt grabbed Mila by the hand. "Is there somewhere you have to be? Stay and tell Davy and Jake whatever it is you want to say."

Gently pulling her hand away from Matt, Mila spoke her truth. "There's nowhere I have to be, but remaining here is not a good idea. I'm not that witch anymore Matt. I want more than a one off. I deserve more. If I stay here, I might forget what I deserve."

Matt moved closer. "I'm not trying to draw you into an intrigue. I want you to have what you deserve. The Fates are sometimes unpredictable. It might be destined for us to be here together. I'm a single wizard who has recognized a connection. We have history. Just stay and talk to me. I won't push. If it is agreeable to you, I'd like to take you out on proper dates. I'll wine and dine you. I'll introduce you to my friends. I'll…."

Mila had placed her finger across Matt's lips. "From your lips to the Fates ears. I'll admit the chemistry between us remains to this day. I will accept dates Matt, but I will not be your one off. If that's what you're after, look elsewhere. I'll stay for a few more minutes but that's all."

Matt stepped back. "Alright. A few more minutes it is. Now that we have that sorted I have a question. May I take you out tomorrow evening?"

"If you're going to behave yourself, the answer is yes."

"And to Sunday dinner in London?"

"Reverted back to smooth talking Matt Lozio of 515, have you?"

Waving his wand to summon more wine for Mila and more brandy for him, Matt pulled an innocent face. "I don't know what you mean. I'm being me. I'd like an answer about Sunday Dinner."

As Mila made up her mind, Matt's mobile beeped. A text had come through.

"Hold that thought Miss Kohl." Matt remarked as he checked the text. "You've brought me luck Mila without lifting a hand. What is your answer. You do know I'll keep asking until it's yes."

"I do know that Matt. The short answer is let's wait to see how our Saturday evening date unfolds. That's all I'll say about that. Tell me about your good luck."

/*/

Matt explained about a brilliant wizard accepting a position at MCC then went from there. By the time 1:00 am rolled around, Mila knew almost as much about Matt's life as he did. When Mila stood for a second time to leave, Matt didn't try to stop her. He simply kissed her cheek telling her he looked forward to their date.

"As do I Matt. I'll speak to you tomorrow, rather later today. Sleep well."

"I will Mila. Goodnight."

To himself Matt remarked that Mila still wanted him. He was sure of it. Perhaps he was just horny, but he definitely wanted her. It was like their connection had never been broken. Maybe his senses were completely wrong, but he would see.

It was then he realized it was after 1:00 am and Jake and Davy hadn't returned. "Hahaha. The old dogs were giving their mate room to maneuver. I'll be having words with them. They have me mixed up with Matt Lozio, Rte 515 #2, East Flanders. I haven't been him in years."

After clearing away the glasses and drinks, Matt headed to bed

/**/

Hermione woke early on Saturday morning. She was on her way to shower when she noticed the blinking light on her phone. Hermione began smiling as she read the text. The matter was settled. She could have her appointment with Grace in peace. Emilio and James would be escorting Scorp to the park and perhaps the new home as well. They would be to the house no later than 9:40. Lovely. Scorp would be out of his mind happy having two wizards he could talk the ears off. In addition, Emilio had chosen his first Groomsman. Delightful.

After haphazardly swinging her wand around the room, she pronounced it clean. Hurrying upstairs, she called out softly to Crissy and Dusty. "It's 8:30. Crissy, please get Scorp up and dressed. Dusty, please fix Scorp cereal with strawberries and milk. He'll be going out with Emilio today. I'll be away for a bit as well. Please fix eggs, sausage and fried potatoes in case Emilio wants breakfast. You may leave the food under a warming spell."

"Yes Mrs."

Yes Mrs. Cereal and other food be ready real fast."

While Crissy and Dusty took care of Scorp, Hermione dressed and fixed her hair which was flying about looking like a bunch of hay.

"See what you've done Mr. Lozier. I thank you for the sex. My hair does not."

At 9:35, the doorbell rang. Hermione could hear Dusty call out that Mr. Emilio and company was here even over Scorp's excited voice.

"Mum. Em-eel-io is here and Mintster Woolee is here too. Mum, come down."

Emilio reminded Scorp he should be using his soft voice in the house.

"I know Em-eel-io. I just needed mum to hear me."

Emilio had to caution his someday son. "Scorp. Mum can hear you. If she can't hear you, I'm sure Dusty or Crissy will tell her. It's not polite to argue when you are being corrected."

"Okay Em-eel-io, okay. I'm your good, big boy."

"Yes, you are."

By this time, Hermione had appeared at the door to the living room. "Good morning Em-eel-io. Good morning Minister Wooley. How are you?"

Emilio walked over to kiss Hermione's cheek.

"Good morning Hermione. I'm well thank you."

"I'm going to be leaving for my appointment straightaway. If you haven't had breakfast, there's eggs, fried potatoes and sausage under a warming spell on the counter. Help yourselves. When you have your walk, keep in mind Scorp does like to visit the park."

Giving Hermione a sly wink, Emilio replied that he, James and Scorp already had a set plan which might include a trip to the new home before inviting James to come have a bit of breakfast.

"Breakfast would be lovely. Will you be joining us young wizard?" He asked Scorp.

Never at a loss for words, Scorp made everyone smile when he quickly admitted he would like to eat with the big wizards.

"Alright love. You be good for Emilio. I don't want any bad reports. Today you'll wear your blue jacket with the hood, a hat and gloves. Emilio can have Crissy or Dusty bring them down. I need to get going. I'll see all you handsome wizards later."

Emilio walked with Hermione giving her a long kiss at the door. "Good luck love. I can't wait to hear what Miss Leyton has in store. Love you."

"Love you more Mr. Lozier. Don't let our boy run you in circles."

With that, Hermione stepped out and turned into Apparition.

/*/

Before going to have breakfast, Emilio called out for Crissy to bring Scorp's things down. When he got back to the table, Scorp reminded him he must always use his soft voice in the house.

Emilio had been outdone. Both he and James smiled as Scorp chattered away about already having had cereal but was hungry for eggs.

James didn't dare look Emilio in the eye for fear he'd burst out laughing. His mentor had received a telling off from his three year old.

It was going to be an interesting morning.