In the next day, everything was normal. Ariana woke up earlier to make breakfast, Albus and Aberforth woke up at their assigned times, took their showers and changed, and met Ariana for breakfast, talking as normal, as if they hadn't fought the passing night. Albus wished them both a good day and kissed their heads as usual, and Aberforth went out right after that, promising Ariana to come home earlier to help her decorate the cookies she was going to make, despite of Bathilda never actually asking them to come over to her house.

However, when the clock rang noon, Ariana heard the phone ringing and accepted the call, smiling when she heard the old woman's voice on the other side of the phone.

"Ariana darling! It is me, Bathilda!"

"Hey Bathilda" she said, happy she had called. "How are you doing? How can I help you?"

"OH sweetheart, I am doing fine. I just wanted to know when your brother Albus comes home from work?"

"Usually around eight in the evening. Why?"

"Oh darling, please let him and your brother Aberforth know that you don't have to make dinner tonight. I want you three to come over! I have a very special guest to introduce to you!"

"Of course! I will tell them right away" she said, excited, despite of the thought of seeing that boy again made her slightly nervous. Although, she would be with her brothers, so there would be no problem. "See you later Bathilda!"

"See you later, sweetie"

And just like that, she hang up, and Ariana giggled to herself, before she smelled the cookies and rushed to the kitchen to check them.

Hopefully that boy liked gingerbread cookies.

Aberforth arrived home not much after the call, and Ariana was quick to tell him about it as the cookies were put away to cool down. He stared at her, a little surprised, and then chuckled.

"Honestly, sometimes I think our brother has some type of secret future vision because sure, it makes sense she would call us to meet her nephew, but how did he even think that?" he chuckled, and Ariana shrugged.

"Well, he is very smart, and he usually reads people very well. He knows Bathilda is very lonely and that we are the closest she has of a family here in Godric's Hollow, so probably he just added two plus two and came up with it" she smirked, while Aberforth looked at her, wide eyed. "You are the only one that can't see things Abe."

"I'm surrounded by nerds and creeps"

"Abe!" she squealed, slapping his arm as he began laughing. "We are not creeps! We just notice patterns on people!"

"Complete and total creeps"

"Aberforth Dumbledore stop calling your siblings creeps!"

"Alright alright" he chuckled, pulling her for a side hug and looking at her cookies. "Changing subjects completely, how do you want to work on those baked sweets you did right there? Any ideas?"

"Uh… Bathilda likes history right? Maybe her nephew likes it too?" Ariana asked, leaning into Aberforth and humming. "I think we could make like some history symbols…"

"Like Napoleon? Or like, places?" he asked, and she smiled.

"Both! We can make so many people! But no Napoleon because he is evil" she frowned and Abe smirked.

"I think it fits her nephew perfectly."

"Aberforth!"

"What?"

"Something wrong?"

Albus looked up from his phone, sighing as he saw Minerva approaching him in the break room. He sipped on his coffee and crossed his legs while he sat on the chair.

"Not wrong exactly" he mumbled, putting his phone down. "I have a dinner tonight. In Bathilda's house"

"That old lady that acts like a distant relative?" Minerva asked, sitting in front of him, and he nodded.

"Her nephew arrived from wherever he lived before and she wants us to meet him" he mumbled, leaning against his hand. "What she doesn't know is that we already met him yesterday."

"You met him?" she asked curiously, grabbing a mug with coffee and sipping on it. He nodded.

"My sister was cleaning up for her, he arrived, she freaked out… it was a mess. In the end, she was too scared to talk to him, Aberforth made a huge mess that almost got the police involved, and I had to go over and apologize. So we all know him already."

"That is surely not going to be a super awkward meeting" Minerva chuckled over her mug, making Albus stare at her.

"Don't remind me of what I can't forget. Please" he requested, and then sighed. "Hopefully it won't last long, and there will be no drinks involved. It is impossible to handle Aberforth after he has drunk something."

"Then don't let him drink" she said, and Albus rolled his eyes. "But honestly Alb, this is good for you. Meeting new people, making new friends… you need more people in your life. You live for your siblings, and it is very noble of you, but you are twenty years old. You need a social life. Your only friends are me, your retail co-workers, the children and Elphias, who hasn't sent you a message in at least a month" she raised her eyebrow, and Albus looked at her, confused.

"How do you know about Elphias?"

"You always tell me what's he's up to. You haven't said anything in a month, which means you don't know anything of him" she explained, and he sighed, looking away. "Please. Try to befriend this guy."

"I… sure" he mumbled, a flash of what had happened in the day prior burning in his head. "I will do my best."

"Good" she smiled and tapped his shoulder. "Now we need to head back to the classroom"

"Sure, let's go"

By the time Albus arrived, everyone was ready. He didn't even waste time to check, he rushed for a quick shower and a change of clothing while Ariana and Aberforth waited downstairs with a bunch of history inspired cookies inside a big jar. Aberforth was rocking his usual style: loose ripped jeans, a long tank top and a leather coat over everything, with his hair styled to the side and his face not at all shaved (despite of him not having even the thought of a full beard yet). Ariana, on the other side, was trying to go dressed as sweetly as possible, with her black leggings underneath a blue dress that was a bit too short to be wore without anything underneath, and a nice blue coat that Bathilda herself had made her. Her long hair was tied up in a ponytail, with a bow on the back of her head, and on her feet, a nice pair of sneakers.

They had been ready half an hour before Albus arrived, and knowing their brother, he would return around fifteen minutes later, his shower usually taking five minutes and his clothes choices usually during ten. This time, however, forty five minutes had passed, the shower had been turned off for half an hour, and there was no sign of him.

It was almost nine, and that was because he had arrived early.

"Abe, I'm worried" Ariana said, looking at the stairs, and Aberforth sighed.

"And I am annoyed."

"I'll go check on him" she gave Abe the jar and walked towards the stairs, rushing up despite her older brother's complaints. Slowly, she approached the room that used to be their parents, where Albus slept now, and knocked, biting her lip. "Albus?"

She heard a loud sound of something falling, a groan, and then the sound of something crashing on the ground. Even more worried, she opened the door, running inside.

"Albus?!"

If Ariana was worried before, at the sight, she had the extreme need to laugh.

Albus was laying on the ground, defeated, with half of his left leg inside very tight black jeans and the other leg tied up to the sheets from the bed. He was shirtless as well, his hair all over his face, and he held a black shirt with star patterns on his left hand, while the right was close to the scattered lamp that had broke down as it hit the ground.

"I'm not going" he huffed out, blowing the hair off his face and slowly sitting up, untying his leg from the sheets. Ariana giggled and closed the door behind herself, walking towards the bed and sitting down, watching him.

"Albus, you are going for a dinner with an old friend, not to prom" she said, offering her hand as he finally untied himself. He groaned, taking the offer and using her to stand up easier. "I feel that someone is nervous."

"Why would I be nervous?" he asked, his voice seeming to wave a little as he sat next to her and pulled the pants off his leg. "There is no reason to be nervous. The guy is nice. He is nice, I talked to him. There's no reason for nerves."

"Albus" she called, smiling, and he looked at her. "You're rambling."

"I… yes I am" Albus sighed, rubbing his face and then taking a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"Why are you nervous?" Ariana asked, taking his hand and looking around the room, at all the scattered clothes around. "You can't find anything good to wear?"

"Well yes! I need to make a good first impression!"

"Didn't he see you with your retail work uniform yesterday?"

Albus' face went white and Ariana held back a giggle, her head slowly picking up the pieces to the puzzle. He then groaned, laying down on the bed and covering his face with his hands.

"Oh god"

"Albus… let me help you okay?" she asked, standing up and tapping his leg. "Come on. Sit up and decide with me"

Albus slowly sat up and stared at her as she looked around at the discarded clothes and the ones still inside his closet. After a bit of conversation and some options, she found a pair of black jeans that would actually fit her brother, and a nice button up shirt that belonged to their father. She showed him the pair, combined with the scarf she found in the back of the closet, and he stared at it, fascinated.

"Ariana… you are my salvation" he breathed out, standing up and pulling her for a hug. She giggled and hugged him back the best she could while holding those clothes. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome Alb! But change and come quick. Aberforth is almost giving up" she poked his chest and gave him the clothes before walking to the door. She stopped as she opened it and looked at him, smirking. "I bet he will find you irresistible" she added, winking and holding back a laugh at the expression Albus sent her before she walked out and closed the door.

Quickly, she returned to the living room, and Aberforth looked at her, annoyed.

"Is he coming?"

"Yes, just give him five minutes"

After three, he walked downstairs, smiling at his siblings and nodding.

"let's go?"

Ariana grinned and jumped up as Aberforth rolled his eyes and pushed himself up.

Finally, they left to Bathilda's house.