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My poor Scorpius. How did I let this happen? Maybe I should've let Astoria watch him for the week like she's been prompting me to do. I would've too, if her crazy sister started acting like normal Homo Sapiens instead of some sort of possessed, jealous hippogriff.
She'd always pester me, especially in school. When me and Astoria got together she went absolutely mental. She'd try and charm me; when that didn't work she'd stalk me; when that didn't work she developed the uncanny ability to throw temper tantrums then act like the victim. Once she broke a third year's nose. Then we were engaged, pressured by both our families, of course. None of which mattered to Daphne. We were to get married in 2 weeks. 12 days, to be exact. Me and Astoria were calmly sitting in the lounge, sipping tea and reading aloud to each other, when Daphne literally blew the door open with some sort of explosion spell.
By this time I was absolutely done with Daphne. One pointed look at my soon-to-be-wife had her getting up and dragging her sister into the foyer where they could squabble without irritating me further.
I subconsciously rubbed my temples at the memory.
Later, the day before our wedding, Astoria revealed to me that she un-invited her own sister to the wedding. I couldn't say I was surprised. The wedding went on without any further hiccups. Well, unless you count when the ice sculptures dripped water whenever they moved and had to constantly be mopped up in case of guest injury. We never heard of Daphne again. her mother quipped up once that she went to blah de blah and wouldn't come back for a couple years. good riddance.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a noise. Scratching at the door dictated my attention. I opened the door to an orange scruffy looking cat. Streaks of gray covered the muzzle and spine of the creature. I remeber in my Hogwarts days seeing this cat darting around the castle after some rodent. Isn't this Granger's animal?
"Meow?"