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Jacob and Charlies Monday
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Monday.

Monday hurts every part of the body.
"I better be going," said Hugo from across the kitchen table with a dry sandwich in his left hand and a paper cup of tea in his left. I groaned "bye" and Hugo mumbled something about next week that I didn't catch and he Apparated to work.

The Monday morning was pitch-black outside the kitchen window and the cold that followed wasn't that alluring either but I had to face it, it was Monday and Mondays hurt badly. The calendar says it's the 12th December and I know that there is something I am forgetting, something of great importance to me and the hangover isn't helping. It's probably nothing I told myself while I locked my door with a whip of my wand and Apparated to the ministry, the doomed place I called work.

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"That is how you cast the proper curse without risking a backfire or your team. You should always do this properly and follow the regulation that comes in the pamphlet of Auror and team safety that Auror Jacobs is handing out right now. To the course next week I would like you to read page 200 to page 212 and debate if you think that the regulations of werewolves are accurate for the knowledge we have about them today."

The chairs in the classroom-like environment scraped against the floor to let the lecturing Harry Potter know that the session was over and the mumble broke out.

"Lily wait" Harry yelled across the room just when I was about to join the rest of her Auror team on their way out.

I agreed to walk back to hear my father out despite the strict rule that we weren't related at work. "What is it Harry?"

"It's Head Auror Potter" Harry answered grinning and pulled his round glasses further up on his nose. The desk that he now sat behind to read essays we handed in earlier was the only thing keeping him from hugging me.

"Miss Kettles, we will talk later about your thoughts concerning Giants," Harry yelled to the last student (also the most annoying, stuck up and irritating student) leaving the classroom. She blushed and left the Head Auror with her head bowed.

"Dad, what is it?" I said now that the classroom was cleared from nosy ears.

"You seemed tired, is everything fine? You know that you could move back any time you want," dad said in rapid speed with his hand scratching his already messy hair. What an annoying habit that was.

I groaned. "I'm fine"

"You look too tired even for a Monday morning – don't you think for a second that your mum and I don't know what you and Hugo does at Sunday nights," dad said accusing. "Well, maybe not your mum… she would go mental but I know!" he added with the same accusing tone.

"I am fine dad, I just need some sleep," I said as an end of discussion. It was when he looked up from the papers to meet my eyes that I was reminded of Lily Potters gaze and it made me shiver. He held his eyes fixed at mine for quite a while before the classroom door opened.

"Bloody hell, bloody hell! You know what day it is, don't you?" said Ron Weasley, Uncle Ron at the door entry. His red hair that was in the same red tone as my own was rather long and boyish and his ears faded into the red mess his hair was. Ron has always been tall, slim and freckled just like granddad Arthur but his normally happy face looked horrified.

"Some kind of anniversary? You and Hermione celebrating your millionth kiss perhaps?" Harry said to Ron with an oblivious look across his face at first but grinned at his own joke.

"RON!" yelled a voice behind his big frame that added to the panic across Ron Weasleys face. The woman that I recognized as Hermione Weasley or Aunt Hermione stood there with the bushy hair framing her pretty face and a couple of reading glasses on her nose. She squirmed through the small opening Rons frame left and then turned towards Ron with both hands on her hips. "Calm down!"

"12th December!" I yelled out clearly from nowhere and remembered what the fuss was about.

My favorite uncle, Uncle Charlies birthday was today and the fuss was standard. He didn't live among us in the heart of London but traveled on dragon back or on a broomstick around the world to tame wild animals. He had a bad habit of coming unannounced to Rons and Hermiones house because of some kind of favor involving a dragon that their long time friend Hagrid raised. The funny thing about Charlie was that he didn't follow the standards that the Weasley name put up to him about rasing some kids, living close like packs and beam at the sight of a knitted sweater and oh! He always made people stir up. Rons panic was a good example and today was extraordinary because Charlie Weasley expected a grand feast to celebrate his brief returning and "the luckiest day of my mother's life" as he so kindly put it.

"I've taken care of it for now Ron" Hermione sighted.

"You've done what? Why didn't you tell me?" Ron burst out angrily.

Hermione fired up. "Because you were busy with the Unbreakable Vow case! I am so deeply sorry Ron if I didn't let you handle that yourself. Maybe next time you should thank me instead of yelling at me.

"Oh yeah…? Oh yeah!" Ron retorted. "Well, I could handle it myself. Why do you always interrupt?"

"You forgot it!" Hermione snapped and they blazed towards each other throwing vicious words and punches.

"Oi – enough!" Harry let out to break the fighting off. "Lily is here" he added to my gratitude. Both Ron and Hermione looked at me with chock and Ron with a mix of shame.

"Sorry Lily, sorry mate," Ron said to dad and looked angrily at his wife who caused him to fire up.

"You are invited; I know that it is late notice but I remembered just yesterday." Hermione told dad and me.

"Yesterday; and you've prepared it all?" Ron said impressed. Hermione nodded stiffly but blushed discreetly.

"We'll be there" Dad answered to us both. I didn't want to be there, I secretly wanted to hurry home to read a particular book but dad would be suspicious and I do love my dear Uncle Charlie.

"Great, seven at our place. Don't forget your gift." Hermione said stiffly.

"I'm sorry for yelling love" Ron pleaded but Hermione turned around and left the room with Ron tailing after her. Dad and I waited for a minute before we heard Aunt Hermione giggle and Uncle Ron laugh in the hallway and obviously kissing.
"Right, I'll see you at Ron and Hermiones" Dad said casually with eyes back to the papers on the desk.

"Yeah… see you dad" I said and waved my father off and left the classroom-like room to be blinded by my Uncle and Aunts horribly gross make out session in the hallway.

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It was in the mix of applauds to Uncle Georges fireworks and the sweet taste from the chocolate icing on the birthday cake in my hand that I realized that the boy with the messy brown hair, scared face and the newly burned arm was in fact onto something and wouldn't stop…

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When I stepped into the familiar home where I spent half my childhood I didn't know that there would be an unfamiliar face in the mix of all the regulars. A rather tall and build man with brown messy hair and a straight scar crossing his left eyebrow, down to his cheek was sitting casually in the living room sofa. He was about my age but spoke to Charlie, a rather old man today with mutual excitement as Charlie himself. There was nothing special about this boy I told myself except the small widening of his eyes when he saw me hug Charlie to congratulate him and then give him a silent nod to say hello.

"I'm Jacob Shaw and I work with your Uncle," he had told me while we stood in line for Aunt Hermiones famous mushroom soup (some kind of twisted inside joke between her, Ron and dad). His looks were too handsome for his own good and his smile was cocky enough to make my insides squirm in disgust but I didn't interest myself in him, I didn't even bother noting his eye color.

"I am Lily Luna and I am not interested," I replied while I poured up some soup and left the line. I honestly expected a disappointed face but in return Jacob formed an "O" with his lips ironically and broke out into a crooked and cocky smile similar to the ones James gave me.

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"You're beautiful but I'm sure that you know that already," Jacob said to me discreetly while everybody cracked up by a bad joke Percy told.

"Thanks" I replied, rather polite considering.

"That line was bad but I had to try it out," Jacob said grinning. "You seem to enjoy this."

"Me? You're the one talking! You just want one thing," I hissed while smiling along with the crowd that listened anticipating to Georges comeback while Fleur stood up to grab a pot of tea.

"So you do know that the only thing I want is you" Jacob said grinning. "That was really bad."

"Sadly I don't want you back" I snapped and the crowd laughed at Georges punch line just in time for Fleur to offer Jacob tea. "And yes, that line was really bad."

"Outch, you are frightening" Jacob told me before thanking Fleur for the cup of tea.

"I am as frightening as a dragon" I said casually and let Fleur pour some tea up.

"More dragon features I should know about before making you my girl?" Jacob said teasingly but followed Fleur with his eyes.

Veelas.

"I burn like one too," I spat and offered Fleur a hand in the kitchen to her surprise. Jacob however smiled causally and returned to a heated debate with Charlie about what they would name a new born dragon with a hand casually running through his hair to mess it up even more.

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"How about a date?" Jacob asked me when I was busy preparing plates for everyone in the empty kitchen so that my hard working Aunt could sit down. "I'd like to bicker with you in a fancy restaurant too."

"How about you stop talking?" I replied viciously but Jacob didn't bend this time and grabbed the plate's right out of my hands to prepare them himself.

"You interest me, I don't know why though, you are annoying." Jacob said happily. Too happily.

"Well, I find you annoying too." I said just as happily, but I was faking it.

"Good – there are things we have in common after all" Jacob answered and left the kitchen with a fully prepared table left for me to re-prepare properly.

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Jacob stood there, applauding as loudly as anyone and padded Charlie on his back as a queue for them to leave. The crowd were laughing and chatting loudly with eyes fixed at the fireworks when Jacob worked his way to the broom shed – also were I had decided to stand to watch the fireworks in silence and enjoy the last piece of cake I had to fight Ron to get.

"Waiting for me here, clever," Jacob told me smiling and disappeared into the broom shed for a second. What was wrong with this persistent boy? He returned with two brooms in his hand and squinting with his eyes to make his scar wrinkle oddly enough to look like a lightening scar.
"I'll… floo" Jacob said smiling with his brown eyes still squinted as he tried to read my facial expression.

There was a pause.

"You?" he added carefully.

"I rather hope you didn't," I said, hoping that my eyes blazed towards the rude boy but he smiled widely like he read my facial expression as a positive one.

Jacob freaked me out by boring his eyes into my scull before he replied, rather cockily."Don't worry Potter, you will miss me"

Jacob left with the brooms clutched tightly under his right arm and let sparks of lilac coming out of his wand in his left hand. When he started to hum casually I wondered seriously what the matter with that boy was and why on earth he chose to be so annoying towards me. Somehow I was fascinated by this, his annoying features, his lilac sparks and his scar across his face or was it simply by him? No, it was defiantly not him but as I stated earlier; It was in the mix of fireworks and icing from a cake that I knew that Jacob wouldn't stop whatever he was starting but it was when he left me that I realized that I might miss him.

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