Three days after the Great Telling Off from his parents, Isaac decided he felt apologetic towards the families who had their products destroyed in the Acromantula fiasco. Since he was unable to contact Ace, and fancied keeping a distance from him for some time, he asked his parents politely if he could meet up with his good friend Rebecca Huwett. She was tall, like himself, with sparkling blue eyes which he often noticed when she was around. He was certain he didn't feel anything romantic towards her, and her him, but he very much enjoyed her company. Particularly as she was ten times less reckless than Ace.
What was more, was that she was a sensible well-thought out person, who considers her actions considerably fairly. And given that Isaac was in dire need of performing community service (something he had never done before) she was the ideal person to turn to. Most importantly, his father had asked this of him, and he was not prepared to get into more trouble.
As a member of a charitable family, she was clearly going to have a generous amount of knowledge regarding ways to help people, even if she had not engaged in them herself. Such was the situation he was going into: she had never gone to the Wizard Trauma Service before, but kindly suggested it would be nice to provide comfort to recently traumatised witches and wizards. It was set up by a man named Dean Thomas, five years after the Battle of Hogwarts. It was what he regarded as a way in which he could show his respect towards scared, and possibly lonely people.
Rebecca had not notified him much about the service, apart from it's founder, it's location and that Isaac should really wear something that indicated he is of average wealth- anything too fancy would appear as though he is boasting about his wealth indirectly. Not all of those in the counselling were subject to poverty, but the vast majority came about this as a result of their traumas.
Isaac agreed to meet her outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour so they could purchase something before hand. To ensure he met his clothing requirements, he sported a pair of loose fitting jeans, and a ragged jumper, with a small splash of an unidentifiable stain beneath the bottom fold. Having been in a rush from waking up irresponsibly late, putting a shirt on underneath was simply not an option.
In seconds, a sandy haired girl sauntered up to him with a cheeky grin upon her face. Rebecca had soon enough arrived. "Hello, my little psychopath,"
"..huh?" For a moment he was befuddled, before realizing this was a reference to a certain incidence prior.
"Oh," Isaac was most definitely anguished that this had once again been brought up. Though he knew it was banter, he still felt remarkably irked by it.
"Yes, 'oh'! I'd keep your head down if I were you, people will stare." Remaining as calm as she could, Rebecca turned around to say her goodbye's to her older sibling. "Thank you for dropping me off, Saraphina,"
"No problem, sis'. Be good, not too much flirting, and I'll be back in three or four hours, capesh?"
"Capesh," Rebecca nodded confidently, towards her elegantly dressed female sister. Isaac couldn't help but notice they both boasted crystal-like blue eyes. "And we're not together!" she shouted towards Saraphina who had mysteriously disappeared into the crowds of happy shoppers.
They walked silently into the ice cream shop; Rebecca presuming it was best not press further into a topic which caused him such...stress. It was a laughable matter in reality, and she did felt empathy for her friend, but in all honesty, she knew he was a touchy person, and wanted to avoid a lifelong hatred.
After some minutes however, the pain of the mute conversation caused her physical irritation and she decided to bring up something less personal.
"It is fortunate that this place is still open, given that Mr Thomas is out exploring the wizarding world nowadays. Even with the support from this staff, without a committed family member or manager, it'll shut down immediately," she said painfully, avoiding his eye contact.
Feeling guilty over his sensitivity regarding the incident, he took upon himself to apologise for his shadiness. "You know, you don't have to make small talk with me. You're my friend, you're at perfect liberty to joke all you like,"
She nodded and manoeuvred over to the counter while he settled himself down onto a table. The shop was not incredibly busy, but far off empty, with couples dotted generously, sharing sweet chocolaty ice cream, and little children in awe at what appeared to be a mountainously sized sundae. Rebecca shortly returned with two smaller versions of it.
"Eat up," she smiled, dreamily scooping away at it. She made it look exceptionally graceful compared to some of the other people around.
"I will, don't worry. I've had a rough few days..." Isaac wasn't sure whether to go on about the subject, but hoped she was prepared to listen.
"I know. I figured that out alone. Still, if you keep thinking about it, you're not going to get better. Besides, it was only small, and if you know the truth that's all that matters." Whilst she ate, she carefully extracted a copy of her new fiction book, Of The Veela Heart by Rosalinda Moria. Isaac had always been openly hateful of this book, but she continued to read it, nevertheless.
"Why?" he would always ask. "Why would you put yourself through this romance nonsense?"
"Because I can, and I will. I've been told by Saraphina that I have to finish it as it will 'change my life'," she remained void of emotion, obviously unattached to the idea of this book changing her life, but her determination to complete it remained firm.
"Has it changed your life?" Ace would often ask, dumbly.
"Not yet, but it might... I just need to get through a few more chapters..." She would constantly reply, yet she always got a few chapters ahead and still remained unchanged by the novel.
It was a brighter morning than usual in wolves' new habitat. Blistered and exhausted groups of twenties gathered slowly and hatefully into the forest clearing, some whining and others merely grunting half-heartedly. They had been summoned by their 'masters'. Charlus and Victor amongst them remained silent, but filled with loathing.
As each werewolf arrived in their group's designated spot, they waited with baited breath. Younger wolves were clinging to their mother's, petrified. It had been drilled into them, that when there were many wolves at once, bad things were about to happen. It was a signal that pain and blood was most probably lurking round the corner. And all at once, the man responsible for their rounding up firmly held a wand to his throat, and his voice was amplified.
"Ladies and gentlewolves. Welcome to the clearing. I should hope you're all well slept," Darmous Langly laughed, his cackled dripping with venomous irony, laughing at these helpless beings. "Now, today you will be performing several tasks. Though to ensure you are mentally prepared to do as we command, I have brought along my equally passionate brother, Damion Langly to explain why it is you are here." He held his veiny arm out to a red faced, madman of super height. So tall and fierce looking, gasps of the foreseen and intended agony emanated from the crowds. In his hand, a mahogany wand sparkled in the early morning sun, before a group of dreary clouds hung over the clearing.
He too amplified his voice, his speech echoed like a monotonous growl. "Hello, slaves. I welcome you this fine day to tell you what it is that attracts me to you. Or rather soon, attracts you to me," the ghost of a smile swept fleetingly across his steely face. "As of today, you will serve me and my fellow warriors. Some you have met, others you will meet. You will all serve us without question. It appears that in today's world, nobody can conqueror such fearsome beasts like yourself, however, we have made the impossible- possible.
"Today you shall serve us, with utmost gratitude for our choosing of you fine wolves. Any rebellion will be deservingly punished and any special servitude shall be rewarded. Should you not accept this, step up now."
Nobody lifted a paw, or a leg. Nobody so much as fidgeted in their spots.
"Excellent. It was a trick question- you will all accept it, regardless of your opinions- else we will hurt something of yours and you will wish you never did so. Understood?" Still silence. He smiled sweetly. "Good. As self-proclaimed king of these woods, I hereby command you to do as I say. To begin with, we will divide you up into male and female adults and male and female children. After this, tasks will be distributed. Laborious activity shall be restricted since today we shall me dedicating time to ensure we have organized a thorough group of slaves. Think yourselves lucky…"
Charlus sucked in a sharp breath. "I think that'll be rather difficult," he whispered, dejectedly.
Isaac and Rebecca's visit to the Wizard Trauma service was exceptionally frightening. After walking into a outwardly dirty building, they were welcomed with warm flames and floating books, and cups of tea. Pleasant men and women were strutting about taking notes on the disturbed looking patients seated about the room.
"Becca," Isaac said, uncertainly. "I am uncomfortable right now," His shaky voice proved such point.
Clearly avoiding agreement, she snapped back: "Well stop being a baby about it!"
One man, small and whimpering, was curled up on a crimson armchair, breathing in from a filthy cloth and sighing, was talking quietly to another man, who was slender and handsome. Like the other workers here, he was uniformed in a white shirt, with blue robes and a name badge with read: 'Aaron Bennington Jr.' From his comforting words and ability to make detailed notes and observations, he appeared to be a nice man.
"Hello," Rebecca said, shyly. "I am Rebecca Huwett and this is my friend, Isaac. We were wondering if it were possible to volunteer work, for today? My family said that you would be willing to accept helpers here…?"
The man started and jump, swinging his clipboard straight towards her, only to have her swiftly dodge the attack. "Dreadfully sorry!" he said, placing his hands on her shoulders to survey her health. "Are you alright?" It was made very obvious that he was nice by then, he was severely panicked despite her lack of pain.
"Fine, fine…" she was not bothered by this at all, and was growing rather impatient. Isaac indicated his amusement by smirking happily.
"Ah," slowly, the man stepped away and looked Rebecca up and down. "You must be Eliza and Cameron's daughter?" She nodded. "You are more than welcome. Sorry about the near attack there," he got closer to both of them, and said quietly. "We've had a bit of a security problem recently. You were a bit unannounced. Now let me return to Mr Cox here and I will be right with you…"
"-and then…and then she left me. I felt scared. She was a dark, dark person at that point. I have no idea what was going on…" the middle-aged patient so call 'Mr Cox' cried, his sadness muffled into the cloth.
For the remainder of the day, Isaac and Rebecca were tasked with scheduling appointments and talking to family members of some of the patients. There were a couple of trips made to the lodging suites out the back to swap the covers of beds for new, fresh sheets. Dusting and sweeping was easy enough: the hardest task was having to carry a small boy from his room on the top floor all the way down as he was having some sort of fit. They later found out that he was reliving his memories regarding the torture of his parents and he needed serious medical attention.
Isaac had only wished that Ace was there. Despite his disgruntled thoughts about him before, and his happiness in Rebecca's presence, the high spirits of the slightly distracted soul of his best friend made things a lot more enjoyable.
"Where is Ace?" Rebecca asked curiously, as they were carrying out some more parchment from the back room.
"Don't know," he grunted in reply. "Couldn't get hold of him. To be honest, I didn't really want to spend the day with that idiot- he'd release another menacing spider on these poor, traumatized civilians."
"In all seriousness, though. He should be here too. Did you owl him?"
"Yes."
"Well I must say, I am not surprised. I don't know how he got six OWLS. Honestly…" she muttered. Then something about Ace's unreliability came out, but was not entirely clear.
Candance's first day at work with Mrs Scamander was mainly an introductory session. And quite a thrilling one, also. Mrs Weasley was a nice as she had imagined her to be, and she had found out an awful lot about the Potter family just through over hearing discussions.
Her first task to answer a few questions regarding the basic knowledge of creatures to check whether things needed refining. The test had been fairly straight forward.
1. (i) How do you approach a hippogriff?
Eye contact at all times, then you bow. If they bow back, the wizard or witch can pet it, and perhaps progress to riding it. As they are easily offended, when the desired response is not reached, the wizard or witch must step away.
1. (ii) Please draw and label the external features of a hippogriff and their functions:
2. How are Knarls identified and what procedure is used for doing so?
Knarls have an uncannily similar appeared to the basic hedgehog. One identifies an individual knarls from a group of hedgehogs simply by offering each creature some milk. Additionally, they are commonly found in patches of daisies.
3. Which creature is known for their ability to cope well when left alone?
Flobberworms- someone caring for the animal can however, provide lettuce for food, but it is better to leave them alone to find resources for themselves.
4 (i) Under what conditions may an individual allow a niffler in their presence?
Since nifflers are incredibly attracted to metallic shiny objects, it would be best to allow a niffler's company when there is no accessible jewellery or objects that meet the aforementioned shininess.
4 (ii) What are the professional and commercial uses of Nifflers?
Nifflers are typically used by goblins to search for treasures, but are known to have been purchased for the usage of common witches and wizards.
4 (iii) What are the main behavioral traits of Nifflers?
They are often affectionate to their owners and to other people, and are usually harmless. However, they often destroy large amounts of rooms and areas in their desperate search for shining objects and so are not always advisable to be around.
As well as those questions, there had been several drawing questions and a couple of fill in the blanks questions. Despite Candance's confidence in her thorough answering of them all, she was nervous that her identification of Niffler behavior was lacking and her drawing were less than impeccable. There was even a little questionnaire at the bottom which required her to explain what she looked forward to having achieved her position in the job, and whether she had any previous home experience caring for animals- to which she was unable to answer, given that she had only managed to care for a basic barn owl for a fair few years. She ensured that she detailed the health of her owl and her efforts to care for it, just in case.
Mrs Scamander marked it with a small smile, and returned it shortly after. Candance had gotten a fair bit of it correct.
"I'm not sure that's exactly what a bowtruckle looks like, but obviously it has been quite a bit of time since you studied them, and frankly, that was even mostly correct. I am impressed," she sighed happily down at Candance, who looked up at her from her textbook on Muggle Creature Mythology. "I expected nothing less, though."
"Thank you,"
Dreamily, Luna responded with: "You're welcome, Candance. I am more than pleased for you to be working here."
The rest of the next couple of hours was spent in the back room getting introduced to a few of the creatures already in care. It resembled a playpen, with yellow walls and little painted drawings of Erumpents and Pygmypuffs. Luna explained how she had drawn these herself, and that although the room was small, more business would allow for expansion for larger creatures. The window was in view from between two light purple curtains with kittens moving about across them, and in the room was a small variety of two owls, a cat, three toads and a strange looking dog.
"The shop only opened recently, so this is all we've got at the moment," Mrs Scamander explained. "That over there was something I found roaming about in Ireland when my husband and I went travelling. I've not seen anything like it yet, but it isn't to active and is happy eating almost any food given to him, so he is fine living in the same room as the rest of them."
Candance grinned at the cute looking dog that was curled up, his bright orange fur all matted and his luminous green eyes looking at her endearingly. "I think he is adorable. Do they stay in here all the time?"
Luna laughed. "Oh no!" She laughed some more. "No, that's preposterous! No, through that door there," she indicated to another door at the end of the shop's back corridor. "is a huge field of flowers and the like. Personally, I think the owls prefer to exist through the window, but the cat enjoys a prowl during the afternoons and our dog-like creature- I'll let you name him- is quite content going out whenever, really, but it would be better if you ensured he spent at least an hour a day outside playing about,"
It came as a large shock to her. She was allowed to name the dog that was currently an unidentified species of creature, and belonged to Luna. And yet she was tasked with such considerably casually. It was an honour to be trusted with such.
Her schedule for the next few days of coming to Luna's clinic included: filing some paper work; making several appointments with some of the customers; and tending to the afternoon play about with the orange dog. Eventually, she decided to call it Karrot, which Mrs Scamander approved of. Not once did she find that the work there was tiring, and she began to realise that soon enough, she would be back at school and unable to help out. As well as this, she had been reliably informed that she would receive a galleon or two an hour, depending on the business of the day in question, sometimes with a couple of extra sickles in tips from happy customers.
Until the summer holidays finished though, Candance fully intended to squeeze every last drop of fun out of her job and was doing sufficiently well, she thought.
After nearly five hours at the Trauma Centre at Diagon Alley, Isaac and Rebecca thought it sensible to leave after there strenuous, yet charitable efforts.
"I can't believe that your family do stuff like that all the time," scoffed Isaac as he fumbled with his jumped buttons as the air got chillier.
Rebecca snorted with derision. "There is literally no please in you, is there?" He shook his head, tiredly. "Well it doesn't matter. You've done a good thing, you're family's happier and we had a fun day out. You'd think that you'd be happy given that we haven't seen each other for a few weeks. I thought you missed me?" She smiled cheekily.
"I guess so. But that was really hard! I thought you were just bringing me here to make cups of tea or something..." Isaac whined.
"Stop complaining, you troubled teen," Isaac took note of the reference to the news article, but decided it was better to laugh than to mope about it.
They walked happily together down passed the shops, stopping by for the longest half an hour ever in Madame Malkin's and Madame Primpernelle's. Rebecca had spent an awful amount of time contemplating weather Flora or Adora would make a better facial health potion, and much too long deciding whether navy blue robes, or dark green robes would be better for her family's business trip to Japan in the next week or so. Reluctantly, Isaac tried offering half-hearted advice about both of these conundrums, yet his opinions were generally disregarded. He realised that it started to annoy him that she felt like she needed to use potions to maker her face better; he wasn't sure if this was him trying to be a good friend though, or whether he was desperately trying to spend as little time in these shops as possible.
After a painfully long time, they retreated to the junk shop out of pure curiosity. On the way, the passed Jimmel Kiddell's Wand Shop. Frankly, Ollivander's was still the best business for fine wands. It definitely made for an interesting conversation. Especially so, when out of it came a dear friend of their's: Milly Serbs. She was a sprightly, seventh years like themselves, whose black hair contrasted with her cheery disposition.
"Afternoon, buddies," she positively gleamed. Isaac mumbled hello, startled by her loud greeting. Rebecca gave her a hug and went over the usual girl formalities which Issac was yet to understand himself.
"So, what're you doing in there?" he asked. "You've already got a wand."
She sighed. "Yeah, I got mine from Ollivanders, but my family wanted to try something different for my little siblings- twins. Marco and Mendo. Not sure where them names came from, but anyway..."
"I didn't know you had siblings," Rebecca shrugged, confused.
"Yeah. Two bratty little brothers, but they're cute and it is fun to ruffle their precious hair up, so I don't mind." She turned to the shop in response to a rather grumpy call from what could only be presumed to be her mother. "I suppose I should go. I'll see you two soon, and good luck with the whole Acromantula thing, Isaac," she tapped he shoulder supportively and ran off.
"Does everyone know about that rubbish?"
Rebecca stopped to think. "Yes. It's in the Profit." She grabbed his sleeve and dragged him into the junk shop a few shops down.
He went into the crusty brown door to be greeted with an assorted bits and pieces from old wands to portraits. A funny little man was only just visible from behind the counter, and seemed to be fiddling about with an old clock piece.
There was an antique, rusty smell of the ages past in the room, and Rebecca seemed to have noticed too as she sniffed rather loudly. It was pleasant, in a way.
Isaac explored the side shelves, glancing momentarily at each of the books. Most of them were incomplete, with yellowing and missing pages, some clinging onto the binding for dear life. He especially liked one of the oldest books there: A Collection of Tributes and Obituaries to the Greats. Inside were several black and white moving sketches of old fashioned powerful witches and wizards. Dumbledore was included at the very end, given that he was the most recent of those listed, as well as Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall, and several of the much older supporters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Further along, he managed to collect a handful a little screws and a couple of faded pieces of instruction parchment for some sort of olden day contraption. And finally, he was most intrigued to spot a basilisk fang. It was pale, hard and as far as he was aware, completely useless. This fact was confirmed by the shop keeper. He looked like an otter and wore largely oversized yellow robes.
"That's four galleons. It does nothing anymore, but it's worth a lot. That's a bargain, I might add. The venom is gone, it just makes a good collectors item." He grunted, his whiskery moustache crowding his upper lip.
"So why is it so little in cost?" Isaac asked.
"Well I can charge you more if you want..." he joked. "If you look at the bottom, it's all chipped and eroded, but I reckon if you put it on a mantel piece with that bit underneath, it would make a handsome ornament, no?"
Isaac looked closed at the chips beneath, and noticed the ridges were almost covered in a green moss which seemed to be wriggling slightly. "Who gave this to you?"
"Ah, interesting story that is. A red haired man named Ronald Weasley handed one over to see how much they were worth. It's a bit old, but apparently these fangs helped him. It isn't the actual one, but it's from the same basilisk."
He smiled politely, with interest, before apologising for wasting his time and putting it back. Shortly after he purchased his nuts and bolts and parchments for a grand total of 2 galleons, 3 sickles. Rebecca had brought a fascinating scarf, detailed with garnet reds and ocean blues in swirling, hypnotic patterns.
"According to the description next to it, it is known to increase intelligence and cautiousness or something," she informed him proudly. "I thought since it was cheap and interesting, I may as well try it out." She swirled it around her neck gently before parading out of the shop before himself.
They calmly directed their way to the next shop, before Rebecca abruptly grabbed his shoulder in a panic. "Oh my Merlin!" Her face was stricken with worry.
"What? What is it?"
"I- I- My sister said to be back in three or four hours, and we've been a lot longer! She's going to be worried sick," she screamed at him running ahead frustratingly quickly.
Isaac hurried after her, shouting back. "Well I'm sure she'll forgive you, maybe?"
"Stop being so stupid! She's Saraphina Huwett, she'll throw a tantrum and never do me a favour again! Plus," she panted tripping over a suddenly very cross family. "Mum demanded that she take care of me, else there- there would be consequences. She's just got a boyfriend and everything, she'll hate me- she's got into serious feuds with me before- that wasn't fun and I'm not letting that happen again."
"I hate...I hate to tell you...I mean, if you're...if you're that late she'll probably hate you by now," he added bluntly between strangled breaths running head first into a sales sign for Potage's Cauldron Shop. He received nothing but a red-faced death glare in response.
But before they could reach her sister near the Trauma Centre, screams of terror sounded, accompanied by the ungraceful running into shops, people shielding their children. Some people apparated then and there, the cracking sounds hurting Isaac's ears. Then, a group of towering men stormed through, jacketed in dusty brown, wearing black and silver globes and brandishing their wands threateningly. Isaac instinctively grabbed Rebecca and shoved her behind him and rushed them into the nearest shop, along with an elderly lady and a rather handsome, yet no less petrified man who held out his wand preparedly. Rebecca held her left pocket also, in case of an emergency.
Sadly a child who was parent-less stumbled out of the toy shop only to be stunned carelessly by one of the intruding, brown men. He didn't even time to squeal, before he tumbled into the gravel, bruising his arm's and legs. Watching this alone was disgusting and Isaac heard the old lady scoff at the sight.
In response several men and women shot offensive spells at them which eventually morphed into a mass duel. Issac wanted to go in as well, but was dissuaded by the man who said this was irrational.
Though it shortly became apparent that as soon as a group of them ripped the door to the Trauma Centre down, that rationality was unimportant and Rebecca ran through the duels with her jet black wand held forward. At this point, Isaac got away from the man and chased after her, cursing about her foolishness under his breath.
"Rebecca, you're going to get yourself killed or something, you nutter!"
"Shut up and help me, Equiorious!" she spat, firing jinxes and hexes off of the top of her head at a blonde haired man who straight out punched Bennington, whose clipboard hit Mr Cox.
"Incendio!" Rebecca boomed, setting the man's bright blonde hair alight and burning his elbows along with it.
"You weak girl! Cruor laniatus!" He spat, sending an ear-splitting red beam towards Rebecca-
"Protego!" Isaac yelled in defence, which took the man off guard and hit him instead. Much of the skin on his face was split and little drops of blood dripped on the floor. It had the same affect on his arms and legs too, as it managed to tear through the brown fabric. That must have been a horrendously dark spell Isaac thought.
"Reducto!" Rebecca hit the evil, poor excuse for a man square on his chest sending him crashing into the wall, bringing down hundreds of papers and a lot of wood. Before Isaac could congratulate her on her spell, she rushed over to Mr Cox to see if he was okay. He seemed very shocked and frightened, highly disturbed from the attack and in hysterics. In an attempt to wound her, another of the three men sent an incantation-less spell at her. As it was inches away from making impact with her back, a purple flash aimed at Rebecca sent her hurtling in the other direction away from the curse. The purple light tactfully tipped Mr Cox over too, the original curse hitting the wall, inches from him. The source of the caster was none other than Saraphina, who looked disgruntled, and her cut lip indicated that she had duelled outside as well.
Isaac dived in to fire several offensive spells; notably the Talentum jinx towards the man hitting his chin and consequently resulting in him flipping in the air landing on the floor, unconscious.
"Nice spell work, kid," Saraphina noted. He felt red burn on his cheeks despite the situation- she was very pretty. Unfortunately, her blue, floral dress seemed to be falling down her right shoulder and her forehead was stained with a bit of mud.
They were unable to see what the final man was going to do, as they were ushered out of the Centre by some Aurors, along with some of the staff from there. The last they saw of the final brown coated gent was him giving a sly grin before disappearing onto the staircase towards the upstairs lodgings.
As they arrived outside in safe hands, they noticed Cho Darlington, nee Chang fiercley fighting in her Auror uniform against the large group outside.
"Potter, Weasley, check in there, something looks fishy," yelled the man holding tightly onto Saraphina's arm. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley stormed past them into the Centre, their faces livid.
Rebecca avoided the deadly glare from Saraphina.
All hell was breaking loose, and Isaac was pretty sure that a lot of people were seriously injured by these unidentified men: the St. Mungos healers and such arrived shortly after, levitating an array of blackened bodies away.
Isaac just hoped that whoever these men were, they'd be sorted out.
A/N:
Spells information;
Talentum (new)- acts as an equivalent as punching, but more effective- similar to the Latin for 'pounding'
Cruor laniatus (new)- when aimed, covers the entire body and aims to loosly split skin, very dark- similar to Latin for 'blood' and 'ripping'
Interestingly (if you wondered), the purple spell cast by Saraphina is actually the Revulsion Jinx.
Well, there you go! After a long wait, I finally wrote this! This has been my favourite chapter so far.
Next time you can expect to see more of Harry and Ron, and a new character entirely. Also, we'll be at Hogwarts in a few chapters, but for plot reasons, it is important that we see more of the holidays.
Thank you for reading, and please leave a review as it's always encouraging! :)
P.s. please let me know if there are any grammatical errors that need desperately sorting out, or any inaccuracies that need covering.
Many Oranges :D