Professor Scamander led Rebecca to his office.

"How do you plan to fix this?" Rebecca asked. Her blood had now dried up on her face, but her head and ribs still hurt.

"I know someone." Scamander said. "You'll see when we meet her."

But Rebecca stopped for a second. She felt dizzy and leaned against the wall. "Can she meet here?"

Professor Scamander didn't answer, but instead scooped up Rebecca and carried her, which picked up the pace too. Rebecca closed her eyes.

When she reopened them, she was no longer in the professor's arms. Instead, she was on a bed. Her ribs no longer hurt, nor did her head.

She sat up and found a handheld mirror. Her face was cleaned up, but there was no doubt she would have another black eye and plenty of bruises, which were already appearing.

The door to the room she was in opened and in walked Professor Scamander and a woman with flowing bright blonde hair. Her eyes were wide and airy looking. She was also smiling.

"Rebecca, this is my wife, Luna." Scamander said.

"Hello." Luna said in a dreamy voice.

"Er, hi." Rebecca said, scratching her right ear.

"I take it you feel extraordinarily normal again, yes?" She asked.

"About as normal as it gets around here, eh?" Scamander grinned.

"I think I know you." Rebecca said to Luna. "Luna Lovegood?"

"Luna Scamander now." Luna said with a smile still on her face. "Yes, your father is Anthony Warren, correct?"

Rebecca nodded.

"He took me to the Yule Ball in my third year." Luna said. "He was a really nice man."

"You're also in Dumbledore's Army." Rebecca said frantically. "You must know what's going on back home then?"

Luna's smile faded and it made Rebecca nervous. "I have received owls from friends back home. It is not good right now."

"What's happened?" Rebecca pressed on. Luna stayed quiet however. Rebecca asked again.

"Your family is fine." Luna said quickly. "But not everyone I know is."

"So, do you feel better?" Scamander asked.

"Yes." Rebecca said.

"Now, can you tell us what's happened?" Scamander pressed.

Rebecca felt more comfortable to explain what happened today with Luna in the room. There was something about her that made her trustworthy. Both her and Rolf were listening to everything she said and never made a comment until she had finished. It was Rolf who spoke first.

"It sounds to me like you need a new way to get back at Miss Bancroft."

"How do I figure that out?" Rebecca asked. "I can't duel to save my life, literally."

"How about flying?" Luna asked. "Beat her at her own game."

"No way. I hate flying." Rebecca said.

"You said you hated quidditch, but maybe you should give quodpot a chance." Rolf said.

"But..." Rebecca started.

"Aren't you a Warren?" Rolf asked.

"Yes, but I'm terrible. I can't get a broom to come up to my hand in flying lessons back at Hogwarts."

"That's because you despised flying already, but if you set your mind to it, I promise you, you'll be a natural in no time." Rolf said.

"But..."

"Rebecca." Luna said. "I expected to have a normal life in school and I led Dumbledore's Army in my sixth year, fought death eaters in my fourth. They were things outside my comfort zone, but I did it because I wanted the bad people stopped. If you want to stop Vanessa, you stop her by doing the things you are afraid to do."

Rebecca had made her way back to the Wampus common room where Morgan was playing exploding snap with Andrew. She looked up and seen Rebecca. "Well there you are. Where have you been all day?"

"Detention and I was spying on the Horned-Serpent quodpot team." Rebecca said.

"I thought you hated flying sports?" Andrew asked.

"Well, I found out Vanessa is on the team so I want to join the Wampus team." Rebecca said with full confidence.

Morgan and Andrew were looking at her, expecting Rebecca to laugh. "I'm serious." She said. "How do I join?"

Morgan said, "Well, our tryouts are next week, but why does Vanessa motivate the biggest hater of flying to mount a broom?"

"It's like what Andrew said the other day. I need to find a better way to get back at her." Rebecca took a seat on the desk Andrew was doing his homework on.

"As much as I hate to admit it, she's one of the best in the school." Morgan said.

"She hasn't played me." Rebecca said.

"Okay, where is Rebecca Warren and what have you done with her?" Morgan said.

"Yeah, what's gotten into you?" Andrew asked. "Did something happen today? You seem to have more bruises than we last saw you."

Rebecca just smiled and said, "No. Everything is just fine."

But not everything was fine. The next day, Rebecca had arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast. Students were enjoying themselves, at least for a while until a scream of terror was all across the hall. A girl had shrieked at the top of her lungs. Rebecca jerked her head in the direction of it. Rose was crying loudly and she ran out of the Great Hall, leaving everything at the table.

Rebecca figured it had to of been finding out she was not on Horned-Serpent's team. As if she thought she would make it.

"Wonder what her problem is." Morgan said.

"Her last name is Weasley, right?" Andrew said, reading the New York Ghost.

"Technically, it's Granger-Weasley." Rebecca said. "Her mother is Hermione Granger and her father is Ron Weasley."

"I think I know what's wrong with her." Andrew slid the newspaper over to Rebecca and Morgan. Rebecca's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as she read the headline on the front page.

GRANGER ATTACKED
WEASLEY DEAD

Rebecca's eyes fell over the article and read.

The Ministry of Magic confirmed this morning that wanted criminal, Ronald Weasley, was pronounced dead after Ministry officials raided on a house where Weasley was hiding along with former Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger, former Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Harry Potter, and other wanted members of Dumbledore's Army and The Order of The Phoenix.
Minister of Magic, Mathias Burgess, commented on the matter.

"While Granger was the intended target, taking out Weasley is a step in the right direction to ending this war. However, I fear that after our success, Granger and Potter will lead their organizations on a more destructive path and that is why we insist on everyone in Britain to help us find them and bring them to justice."

Burgess also hopes that other wizarding communities outside of Britain, including MACUSA, to turn over known accomplices to those inside Dumbledore's Army and The Order. MACUSA has seen an influx of refugees enter the country from Britain, including children of leaders among the groups mentioned above. However, President Quahog continues to deny that these children are a threat to national security, and has even allowed them enrollment to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Rebecca's heart sank over the news. She then heard someone else crying across the hall. It was Hugo. He had just read the paper too and was now being comforted by Lily and Isabelle.

Rebecca hardly knew Ron, but she had enjoyed his humor during the days before she was sent to America.

"You think they'll leave to go to the funeral?"

Rebecca turned around. Standing behind her was Vanessa.

"Maybe they'll turn themselves in-"

"Shut up, Bancroft." Rebecca said, rising to her feet. Vanessa had attempted to cover the bruises on her face, but it was not very successful.

"You're right. I should be quiet... and listen to the tears." Vanessa continued to walk on. Rebecca restrained herself from doing anything, but her blood boiled.

"If she ever deserved to be put in the hospital wing, now would had been the best time." Morgan said with a clenched fist and gritted teeth.

"Are you alright, Rebecca?" Andrew asked.

"My family must of been there when it happened." Rebecca said. "I could had lost my parents, my siblings. Everyone. How could I break that news to Issy?"

"Let's not talk about what ifs." Andrew said. "Worrying just makes you suffer twice."

"It's my job to worry about her well-being." Rebecca snapped. "I just don't know how much of this war I can handle... how much she can handle."

Morgan returned to her breakfast and then said. "You know. I think I have an idea on how you can take some stress off. However, you're going to have to cover up that black eye."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

"Just for one night." Morgan reassured her. "There's a party tonight in the Thunderbird Common Room."

"Sounds great, but we're not Thunderbird." Rebecca said.

"Like they care who shows up." Morgan said. "Don't worry. We can get in. Only certain people outside the house get invited."

"And you did?" Rebecca asked.

"She's the biggest party animal around here." Andrew said. "Of course she did."

Morgan went red in the cheeks. "You slay me, Andy. You're welcome to come too."

"You know I won't." Andrew said sharply. "Gonna go have a chess meet with some guys."

Morgan returned to Rebecca, "So, you coming?"

Rebecca hated parties, but she felt like Morgan was right. "Yes, I'll go, but do I really have to wear makeup?"

"If you want to score a hot date, you will." Morgan said with a wink.

Rebecca was not convinced that anyone in the school would find her appealing. Therefore, she did not wear any makeup.

Morgan led Rebecca to the Thunderbird Common Room. Morgan had straightened her hair. Something Rebecca had never seen before. It was a casual party so Rebecca didn't have to wear a dress. Thank Merlin she thought. She wore a black long sleeve underneath a dark green short sleeve, blue jeans, and her black and white converses. There was no way she could possibly stand out among a crowd. Her black eye had stayed on. Morgan insisted she did something to it, but Rebecca didn't want to.

Morgan done a special knock on the door, which opened it. Each house had a secret knock that changed every few weeks to allow their students entry and somehow Morgan knew Thunderbird's. Rebecca didn't bother to ask, but the door swung open and inside they went.

Laughter, Witch Pop, and dancing were all going on at once. Morgan went straight to a table with drinks. She whispered into a boy's ear and he reached under the table for Firewhiskey. She returned to Rebecca with two shots, one for each. Rebecca took the glass and looked at it oddly.

"Ready?" Morgan asked.

"Ready for what?" Rebecca questioned. Morgan laughed.

"We drink this together. On the count of three. One... Two... Oh come on."

Rebecca put her shot down. Morgan was disappointed.

"How are you going to want to dance if you don't loosen up a bit? You look tense."

"Maybe I don't want to dance." Rebecca said defensively. "Besides, I don't think me drinking is a good idea."

"Don't worry. We're going to crash here anyways. Come on." Morgan picked up the glass and put it back in Rebecca's hand.

"But we have school tomorrow." Rebecca said.

"It's Charms. You're going to pass anyways. What's the worry?"

Rebecca looked at the drink. It did look good. "Fine." She sighed. Then she gulped it down. Her mouth and throat felt like it was on fire, but it wasn't painful. She then felt a rush of relaxation.

Morgan looked slightly disappointed. "You were supposed to do it with me."

"Take it or leave it." Rebecca said.

Morgan smiled and said, "I'll take it." She then gulped hers down and went "Woo!" really loud. She pulled Rebecca onto the makeshift dance floor. Rebecca didn't know how to dance to this type of music. She knew ballroom a little bit, but for the most part she liked to sit back and not be at the center of attention. She walked off the floor after a few minutes of dancing awkwardly and sat down at one of the couches. She didn't notice sho she was sitting beside until he said, "Did you read the paper?" It was Albus.

Rebecca forgot Albus was in Thunderbird. She didn't expect him to be in the middle of it, but there he was with a whole bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand.

"I did." Rebecca said. "I'm sorry about your loss."

Albus took a swig of the bottle. "I got a letter from dad. Uncle Ron jumped in front of Aunt Hermione and saved her life."

"That was a brave thing." Rebecca said.

"I wish I had that sort of bravery. Guess that's why I never got sorted into Gryffindor." Albus admitted.

"Yes. You are brave." Rebecca said. "You and Scorpius stopped Voldemort's daughter."

"But now she's been set free." Albus said.

"What?!" Rebecca said, alarmed.

"She was the one who killed him. Burgess doesn't want no one to know, but dad heard the parseltongue."

"That's insane." Rebecca said. "Do you know if my family alright?"

"Maybe." Albus said. "Didn't see their name in the paper."

"Your dad didn't mention them?" Rebecca pressed on.

Albus drank from the bottle again, "You really think my dad is going to tell me how your family is doing?" He spat.

Rebecca was not having any of this attitude, but Albus got up and walked away, leaving the bottle behind.

She picked it up, but she found another hand on it as well. Rebecca looked up and it was Alexis Black. She grinned at Rebecca.

"Is this bottle taken or is it up for sharing?"

Rebecca let go of the bottle. "It's yours." and she sat back in the seat. However, Alexis joined Rebecca on the couch, taking Albus' spot.

"That's a shame. I was hoping we could share it." Alexis said.

Rebecca scratched her ear. Of course, she found Alexis attractive. Rebecca had discovered that Alexis was bisexual in class one day through conversation, to which Rebecca also came forth about her tastes. It seemed Alexis might have remembered it.

Alexis drank from the bottle and passed it over to Rebecca. "Didn't expect to find you here."

Rebecca took a sip from the bottle. "It's not usually my thing."

Alexis looked Rebecca up and down as Rebecca passed the bottle back. "Obviously. Otherwise, you would had thought to cover up your eye."

"I did think about it." Rebecca said. "But I didn't want to."

Alexis gulped down more of the Firewhiskey. "Are you as rough at kissing as you are at fighting?"

Rebecca had actually never kissed anyone. In fact, she had never dated or even flirted. Being an unpopular witch had something to do with that.

Alexis gave the bottle back to Rebecca as she waited for a response, however, it was the first time Rebecca had color in her face as she was blushing.

Alexis must had noticed and said, "Sorry, did I come on too fast?"

Rebecca wanted to say yes, but the fact someone was actually interested in her made her more comfortable than not. She shook her head no.

Alexis moved closer to where she could put her arm around Rebecca. Rebecca took more Firewhiskey in as she let the girl have her way.

"So, why don't you have a stronger accent than the other Brits?" Alexis asked.

"My dad is American. My mother is French." Rebecca said. Her voice was shaken.

Alexis placed her free hand on Rebecca's lap, which gave a tingly feeling. "French, huh?" She said with a grin. "So you're a natural."

Next thing Rebecca knew, Alexis had placed her lips on Rebecca's and started kissing. Rebecca had no idea what to do but sit there and let Alexis take control. Clearly, the girl had too much Firewhiskey. Who knew how much she had before they met.

Alexis wasn't letting up, but Rebecca could had been a stone wall not doing anything but sitting still. She was taken by surprise, but soon enough, Rebecca was in full make out with the pukwudgie student. Alexis had swung herself on top of Rebecca's lap and made out with her from this position.

The morning came into the Thunderbird common room. The sunlight hit Rebecca's eyes, which prompted her to wake up. She looked around to see she wasn't the only one who had passed out in the common room. Rebecca tried to sit up, remembering she had Charms to get ready for, but her head was pounding, plus she found Alexis sleeping on top of her. Whatever they did last night, which as far as Rebecca could remember, wasn't much more than kissing, they fell asleep like this.

Rebecca had slowly peeled Alexis' arms off of her waist and rolled off the couch. She fell to the ground. Alexis was still fast asleep. Rebecca held her head as she looked around for Morgan and she found her alone in the corner. Rebecca tried to shake her. Morgan opened her eyes.

"Wha..." She mumbled.

"We have to go." Rebecca said. She looked over at a grandfather clock. "We have two hours to get ready for class."

"I'll meet you there." Morgan yawned as she closed her eyes back and then rolled over.

Rebecca shook her head. If Morgan wasn't coming, then so be it. Rebecca tip toed out of the common room, dodging bodies of passed out students that Rebecca was sure to miss their first class of the day.

There was much more light outside the Thunderbird common room. Rebecca was nearly blinded by it with the large windows that let it beam in. She set foot for the Wampus common room.

Rebecca managed to fumble her way back to Wampus. When she had walked in, Andrew was sitting at a nearby table with a book and parchment out.

"Morning." He said. "How was the party?"

Rebecca went to sit down across from him and immediately put her hands to her forehead. "I do not feel good."

Andrew looked closely at Rebecca. "What's that on your neck?"

Rebecca looked at him funny, and she started to feel around.

"Is that... Rebecca, is that hickey?" Andrew asked in shock.

"What?" Rebecca jumped up to go find a mirror. Sure enough, she had one on the left side of her neck.

"So who's the lucky guy? Or gal?" Andrew asked with a grin.

"I can't walk around with this." Rebecca said, ignoring Andrew's teasing.

"Was Morgan jealous?" Andrew pressed on.

Rebecca didn't even acknowledge him. She ran up the stairs to the girls dormitory. She was lucky it was only Andrew who had seen it, but now the whole school might see it. She got dressed for classes with her robes. Unfortunately, the collar to her shirt was not covering it unless she flipped it up.

"Embarrassment or points taken for a jacked up uniform?" Rebecca asked herself. This was actually an easy question. Points be damned. She didn't need the school to find more reasons to laugh at her, especially Vanessa.