A/N: My sincerest apologies for the delay in chapters, my dearest readers! Since the last updated, I've had a bachelorette party at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, I got married to the most incredible man, and I've gotten a new job. It's been a wild few months. However! I am so so so glad that you have continued to follow Daisy's journey and I am excited to share this new chapter with you all. ~Pooka

"Dad, please stop."

"But, there's something on your face, Daisy." Dudley insisted, reaching for her face to rub it away.

"Leave it!" Daisy whinged.

"I think it's make-up, darling," Anita chided.

"Make-up? Why on earth do you need make-up?"

"NO REASON!" Daisy cried, shrilly.

"It's to impress Damien Jordan," Poppy said with a mischievous grin.

"POPPY!" Daisy whinged again.

"Daisy's got a cru-ush, Daisy's got a cru-ush!" Poppy sang.

"Girls," Anita said sternly.

"Who is this Dameron bloke?" Dudley asked, his face beginning to turn red.

"It's Damien, Daddy!" Poppy corrected.

"POPPY!" Daisy shouted.

"GIRLS!" Anita shouted, louder.

Daisy glared at her sister, who was grinning widely.

"Daisy, run upstairs and wipe that off your face. You can wear makeup when you learn to apply it correctly. Poppy, do stop teasing. We have less than ten minutes before we need to head to the station." Anita sighed.

Marching up the stairs with a huff, Daisy disappeared whilst Poppy fell to the floor cackling.

"Must you?" Dudley asked his youngest.

"Did you SEE her face? I've seen clowns with less cakey foundation. That was marvelous!" Poppy said, crying with laughter.

"And how do you think you looked when you tried to wear makeup for that Alistair boy at your school, Pops?" Anita asked.

Poppy stopped laughing immediately.

"Uncalled for, mother." Poppy said, "I'm going to get my tablet."

As Poppy stomped up the stairs, Anita and Dudley both sighed.

"How long do the teenaged years last?" Dudley asked, not for the first time.

"About seven human years, which is about a hundred in parenting years."

"That's what I thought."

~D~D~D~D~D~

The ride to the station was quiet as the girls were glued to their tablets. Poppy had created an app to help process Arithmancy problems, and was in the midst of converting Daisy's textbooks to e-books so that they could be searched and highlighted without damaging the actual books.

The Spellbox, as Poppy had dubbed her protective case, was still in the early phases so Daisy's tablet wasn't working perfectly at school, and charging was still an issue due to the lack of outlets at Hogwarts. Daisy had turned the legal age to use magic right before the summer, and had tried various levels of sparks to try and charge old second hand phones they'd found at CEX, but after realizing the girls had spent all of the money they'd earned at their summer jobs at the computer exchange, Anita had put a stop to it. It was likely for the best since Daisy had fried every single phone.

"Bloody platform," Dudley muttered as Daisy navigated Kings Cross with her trunk.

"Just think, love. This is the last year you'll have to manage. Then you'll never have to walk through another wall again," Anita said with a smile.

"And never would still be too soon," Dudley harrumphed.

"It's not that bad, Dad," Poppy said, not looking up from her phone. "It's not like it hurts."

Dudley muttered something under his breath and Anita laughed.

"Well, let's go! Only ten minutes until the train leaves," Anita said, hurrying them all towards the bricks between platforms 9 and 10.

"Poppy!" shouted Lily.

"Hi, Lily!" replied Poppy.

"Daisy!" said Rose.

"Rosie!" said Daisy.

"Daisy!" said Lily.

"Lily!" said Daisy.

"Hugo!" shouted Hugo.

"Albus!" shouted Al.

The girls rolled their eyes as Al and Hugo high fived.

"Come on now, all of you! Get on the train before we're stuck with the lot of you for the Fall," Mrs. Weasley chided her grandchildren.

"Wouldn't be too awful," Hugo said.

"Yeah! We could take Grandpa Arthur's car to school like dad and Uncle Ron!" said Albus, a little too excited.

"Don't you even tease with that," Molly scolded. "I sent your father a Howler after that, and I have no issue doing the same to you, boys."

The boys snickered. "Uncle George sent Freddy a Howler over the stolen toilet seat he sent home. Didn't sound all that angry though. Called it inspired, said he was a chip off the old block. Aunt Angelina didn't sound too happy though. You could hear her in the background."

Molly rolled her eyes and just gestured for them to get on the train.

"Bye mum! Bye dad!" Daisy cried as she waved from the window, her Head Girl badge shining on her chest.

"Have a good term, sweetheart!" Anita replied.

"Make us proud, poppet!" Dudley shouted gruffly, with a wave.

"Would you like to come by for a spot of tea?" Molly asked Anita as the train pulled away from the station.

"I believe I would. Are you coming with, Poppy, or are you going home with your father?" Anita asked, turning to her youngest.

"I'd like to talk to Grandpa Arthur," Poppy said with a grin. With the girls having no grandparents on their mother's side and only Petunia on their father's, they'd adopted Molly and Arthur as surrogate grandparents and called them such.

"I'm sure you would, dearie," Molly said, a twinkle in her eye.

"I have a question about plugs."

~D~D~D~D~D~

"That might do it!" Arthur said, a grin on his face. He and Poppy stared at the battery they had built, which glowed a faint green.

It had been a long afternoon's worth of work, but together, they had managed to put together an enlarged crystal that absorbed excess environmental magic from any spells in the near vicinity. Arthur had then used a combination of a Permanent Sticking Charm and a Conduction Charm on an outlet. The result was an opalescent white crystal the size of a large owl with an outlet embedded in the side, quite incongruously.

Arthur cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm on the crystal and brought it with them into the kitchen for a bite to eat. Poppy knew it was in the corner of the kitchen beside a set of needles knitting an olive green jumper. However, she couldn't see it. Strange, magic. Even after six years of learning about it from Daisy, it still managed to surprise her.

Once she and Arthur had finished their scones and clotted cream, Poppy's favorite, Poppy thanked Molly profusely whilst Arthur picked up the crystal and they made their way back to the shed.

With the crystal now glowing a cool green thanks to the residual magic hanging about the kitchen after Molly had spent the afternoon cooking. Poppy took a moment to admire it while Arthur clapped her on the back.

"Shall we give it a go?" Arthur asked, giddy with excitement.

"Yes, please!" Poppy said, pulling her charger from her bag.

Arthur slipped on a pair of dragon hide gloves, "Just in case, always best to be safe" he joked, and plugged the charger into the outlet. When nothing explosive happened, they both grinned. There was a slight spark when Arthur plugged the charger into her tablet and Poppy's heart leapt into her throat. Her mother would go positively mental if Poppy fried her tablet.

Much to both of their delights, instead of the screen going fuzzy or burnt, a small battery with a lightning bolt appeared and the tablet began to charge.

"We did it," Poppy said in an awed voice.

"You did it," Arthur told her, patting her shoulder. "You could change our world with this."

A/N: What's this? TWO Author's Notes? Yes. I didn't want to tell you this at the beginning, but I do believe this is the penultimate chapter. This little project was only ever intended to last a few chapters, five at the most. I'm so glad it's become popular and well-loved. Thank you to the Bs for loving my story and inspiring me to get around to wrapping this story up. I appreciate you all. Til next time! ~Pooka