Dear Miss Potter,

We would like to ask you to do a spread in Witch Weekly. You can design your own clothes that we will make for you. If you agree we will pay you one thousand galleons, and we will work with you around your school schedule. We also would like to have an interview to go along with the photos, and you may choose what questions you are willing to answer. We know how you value your privacy.

We sincerely hope you consider this, please let us know by December 10th.

Hoping to hear from you soon,

Alina Webber

Witch Weekly Editor

Loralei nodded as she read this. Witch Weekly never did an article on her before, at least not without permission. They were willing to let her wear what she wants, and let her choose what questions she liked. It seemed like a good idea to her. She grabbed a quill and wrote her reply, letting them know of her interest, and sent it off.

It would cheer her up a bit, to do something besides her tedious homework, this could give her something to do, and a substantial amount of money that she made for herself. Granted they sought her out, but how can she help being who she is? She had already been written about for wearing the newest, most wanted designers, and having a few of her own designs her parents had made for presents.

Maybe she could be a designer, you know, since her other job fell through the cracks a few months ago. Or she could be like most other teenagers with the money coming her way and do nothing.

No, that didn't really sound like her.

"What's up?" Lily asked as she came to sit by Loralei at breakfast.

"I'm asked to be interviewed and do a spread for Witch Weekly." Loralei told her. "So polite of them to ask. The Prophet usually does it without so much as a notice. It's nice to have someone to give permission to."

Lily smiled. "Well they're polite."

"I know right?" Loralei laughed. "I'm hoping that she's telling the truth when she says that I get to choose my own clothes."

"Really?" Lily asked. "That's like a dream come true for you."

"I know. Enough with the designers, I get to be the designer." Loralei grinned. "It is a dream come true."

"Things might be going your way now." Lily told her.

"I'm not going to count my chickens." Loralei told her. "But maybe the next year will be better."

"After this one? You bet." Loralei laughed. "Maybe Mum's doing this." Loralei looked up, as if expecting to see the gates of heaven with her mother standing there, but she just saw the sky on the ceiling of the great hall.

"I bet she is." Lily told her. "In some way." Lily paused. "Have you opened the letter yet?"

Loralei shook her head. "I'm scared to."

"Why?" Asked Lily, confused.

"Because when i do, then there's no part of her I can see anymore. Nothing more she can say to me." Loralei told her, her smile fading. "You know? It's just kind of scary." Loralei didn't look like she was about to cry. She had run out of tears a while ago.

"Yeah, I get it." Lily said. "I'm here if you need me, you know that right?"

Loralei nodded. "Yeah, I know. You've always been there for me." Her smile returned. "Besties for life, right?"

Lily nodded once, her smile returning as well. "Besties for life."

Loralei stared at the envelope. She wanted to open it so badly, but then her mother would really be gone. She was just too curious for her own good. She would also mean getting back together with Sirius, or at least it would eventuality happen. It was eventually going to happen. She knew it, she always knew it, but she didn't feel like acknowledging it until recently.

She picked up the envelope before throwing it back down again on the bed in front of her. She pouted before grabbing it again, ripping the edge, before putting it back carefully.

"You can do this Loralei." She muttered, picking it again and taking a deep breath. "One, two, three." She ripped the side she started on earlier. It was easier than she thought it would be, and she let out the breath.

She turned it on its side, and a wedding ring fell out, along with a letter. She knew this was her mother's wedding ring since the name "Potter" was engraved on the inside, and it fit on her finger perfectly. She wondered why her engagement ring wasn't in there if she was getting her wedding ring.

She took the letter, and opened it.

Loralei,

I know you're getting back together with Sirius, we had a nice talk about an hour ago while you were getting us decent food from anywhere but the cafeteria. He still loves you, and I can tell you love him too. He didn't mean to cheat on you, but you know that.

Indulge a dead woman, and just get back together with him soon. Life is short, and war is here. Have fun before you're out of school because otherwise you're not going to have much fun until this war's over. That is my last wish for you.

I'm sorry this is short, but if I keep writing I'll never be able to stop.

Love,

Mom

Loralei wasn't crying, though tears were in her eyes. She still had her mother's wedding ring on her finger, and went to find Sirius in the common room.

Sirius waved at her when he saw her standing at the entrance to the girls' stairs.

She held up her open letter, and waved him over.

His face went blank, but in less than three seconds he was in front of her. "Is that what I think it is?"

She nodded, before getting on her toes and kissing him.

Neither really cared that no one had heard of them getting back together, nor did they care that the whole common room could see.

They were together again, and this time they wouldn't screw it up.

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