She hurried through the halls and to the front foyer where two were waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Is he here yet!?" She asked excitedly.
"No." They responded. Both also had an air of anticipation about them as they watched the front door.
"I hope he hurries." The younger boy muttered. Leon Rosenwald, the youngest of the three children, was thirteen with brown hair chopped short and hazel eyes, lighter than his brother beside him. Nicholas Rosenwald was the oldest of the three, with short brown hair and hazel-brown eyes, darker than his brother's. The middle child and only girl was Skylar Rosenwald, different in appearance to both her brothers with bright blue eyes and auburn hair.
"Do I want to know why you three are hanging around in the foyer?" The three all turned as a woman walked up from the hallway behind the staircases. Like her daughter her hair was auburn, but her hazel eyes were where her sons had gotten them from. She was beautiful. Dominique Rosenwald.
"We're waiting for dad." Skylar said.
"May I ask why?"
"He said he was going to try and get tickets today!" Leon said, jumping up from his seat on the step excitedly. "The Quidditch World Cup, can you believe it!" Quidditch was a game played up in the air on broomsticks with three different balls and three high goal hoops at each end of a pitch. It was the best game in the wizarding world.
"Well I doubt sitting here staring at the door will hurry your father up, or change his outcome." Dominique chuckled.
"We can't help it." Skylar grinned. "Ron said his dad was getting tickets too, if we all get them we all get to go together!"
Ron Weasley was one of Skylar's best friends, and the person she spent every summer with, as the two were constantly using the floo network to visit one another's houses. Ron was one of seven children, and Nick was best friends with his older brothers, twins Fred and George, while Leon had been crushing on Ginny, the youngest and only girl, for quite a number of years. The two families were very close knit.
Dominique chuckled at her children as the two boys nodded in agreement.
There was a pop and all four of them turned to the front door. From down the hallway and likely from the kitchen, came Midori, the family's house elf. With her big bat-like ears and wide brown eyes, she only reached about the waist of Skylar, who was quickly becoming the shortest of the three.
The door opened as Midori reached it and a tall man walked in, with brown hair, ruffled slightly and the blue eyes that Skylar had inherited; he was the children's father; Nathaniel Rosenwald.
He had barely closed the door when the three jumped on him demanding he tell them if he got the tickets.
"He got them!" Skylar beamed before her father could even open his mouth. Nathaniel sighed as the three cheered. "And he got an extra two for Harry and Hermione! Oh dad you didn't!" Skylar continued turning to her father.
Nathaniel gave his daughter a look and she pursed her lips with a smile, guiltily. The Rosenwalds were known for being gifted legilimens. Legilimency was the ability to enter one's mind and by deciphering what they found there, they were able to tell what a person was thinking. Skylar was the most gifted at this out of the family, while her brother Nick was rather good at Occlumency, its opposite; the ability to keep legilimens out of his head.
Skylar gasped, turning away from her father. "We have to tell the Weasleys! And I have to send Hermione a letter!"
"First one to the kitchen!" Leon declared and he sprinted off. Skylar and Nick shared a look before following with a grin.
To say it had been a boring summer, like the last one, would be very incorrect. The Rosenwald estate had been buzzing ever since the three children had returned. When they'd first arrived from Kings Cross they'd found a convicted murderer in their house, Sirius Black. Sirius Black was actually innocent, but only the Rosenwalds, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Dumbledore knew that, and believed it. Being such good friends with her, Sirius had popped in to see Dominique and apologise for what had happened. She'd convinced him to stay for at least one night.
He hadn't been able to stay long, after all, going to a previous friend's house was not the best strategy. Dominique however had used the time to clean him up. Azkaban had caused Sirius' skin to become waxy and his hair had grown past his elbows. After a haircut, shower and much food, he looked like a completely different person, before he had to leave.
"Don't write about me visiting." He said sternly to Skylar. He knew she'd want to tell Harry instantly.
Skylar had crossed her arms stubbornly but knew why she couldn't, if the letter was intercepted, they and Sirius would be in trouble.
The next excitement for the holidays had been the approach of the Quidditch World Cup. It was happening towards the end of Summer, before school went back, and Nathaniel had been very busy working to organise the protection and security. All three Rosenwalds were Quidditch fans, Leon being the most obsessive, but Skylar getting the most involved when in the stands of a game.
Lastly however was the most exciting event upcoming for the year. All three Rosenwalds, along with all their friends, attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and this year the school was to be holding a legendary tournament. Of course the entire thing was a secret from the students, but you could never hide anything from children who could invade your mind, and that included Nathaniel and Dominique.
The three children burst into the kitchen and moved to the giant fireplace, Nick grabbing some floo powder from a pot by the mantel while Leon asked their House Elf Midori to light a fire. The fire turned a blazing green when Nick threw in the powder before Skylar stepped in first.
"The Burrow!" Skylar was whipped out of sight and sent through the floo network before she came out the other end into the kitchen of the Weasley household.
"Ron!" She called excitedly. She heard a yell from somewhere high above while she stepped out of the fireplace. The Burrow had many levels, all rising upwards and held together by magic. She hurried from the kitchen and down the cobbled stone hallway, to the stairs as she heard one of her brothers appear in the fireplace behind her.
Ron's bedroom was at the very top of the house and she climbed every stair to get there, only slowing down to be quiet when she passed Percy's room. Percy was the third oldest and had just graduated from Hogwarts, as per his dream he'd gotten straight into the Ministry of Magic and was working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation under Barty Crouch, the department's head. This was good for Percy, only he idolised his boss so much it seemed he'd fallen in love, and all the projects he'd worked on so far were boring and seemed completely useless. It was best to avoid Percy.
She passed the twins bedroom and heard many bangs and what sounded like explosions inside. The Weasley twins were the comedians of the family, always having a laugh no matter what trouble it got them into, they were going into their second last year of Hogwarts with Nicholas. Skylar knocked on their door and the bangs stopped instantly.
"Nick's here to see you with important news! Quit your experiments and go listen!" Skylar called through the door.
No one else knew, but as stated, it's hard to keep information from someone who can read your mind, so Skylar knew what the twins were up to in their bedrooms. The two brothers had always had a passion for jokes and so had the ambition to open a Joke Shop. The bangs and explosions from their room were them making their hopeful future merchandise.
They were going to be in a lot of trouble when their mother found out. Mrs. Weasley was the most motherly woman ever, but she was a serious force to be reckoned with.
Skylar knocked on the door with its sign saying 'Ronald's room' and waited for it to open.
"What?" Ron asked.
"Dad got tickets!" She beamed excitedly.
Ron paused for a moment before he grinned. "Wicked!" He stepped aside to let her into the room.
Ron's room was like working into a furnace, every surface was covered in orange posters of his quidditch team the Chudley Cannons. The quidditch team whirled and waved from one poster to another on their broomsticks. A fish tank sat on the window sill, once holding a pile of frog spawn, now containing one extremely large frog. Ron's old rat, Scabbers, was there no more, but instead there was the tiny grey owl. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.
Ron's younger sister had named it and he was now called Pigwidgeon. Ron hated the name but it had stuck and now the tiny fluffy tennis ball was called Pig. Skylar didn't think it was a very smart name either, but she said nothing because Ginny liked it. Skylar always loved Ginny.
"What about your dad?"
"He's still working on it but he seems very confident." Ron said. He sat himself down by a few books and some parchment he'd clearly been working on.
Skylar paused and raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you… doing homework?" She asked. This was a most unusual occurrence. Skylar and Ron always did their homework together and Skylar was always the more successful.
"Mum said if we wanted to go to the cup she had to see we'd done it." Ron grumbled, slumping in annoyance.
Now it made sense.
"Surprised you didn't just leave it all at my house." Skylar mumbled.
"You don't think I tried that, she saw right through it." Ron complained.
Skylar chuckled.
"Well, dad got tickets for us, Hermione and Harry, so you need to get some so you can come too."
"Will we all be sitting together though?" Ron asked unsurely.
"Come on, our dads would never disappoint us like that." Skylar believed. "By the way, did you send anything to Harry?"
Harry Potter was one of their best friends, a famous wizard even for a thirteen year old, as he'd survived a killing curse at only a year old and caused the downfall of the darkest wizard of all time in doing so. No one knew how he survived, not even Harry. Harry unfortunately lived with muggles, his mother's sister and her family. They were horrible people and it turned out that Harry's cousin was so overweight that the entire family was eating barely anything. Harry had called out to Ron, Skylar and their other friend, a muggle-born Hermione Granger for help and each had responded with food.
"Yeah, mum sent him a giant fruitcake and mince pies. Errol collapsed under the weight it seemed, he was gone for five days." Errol was the Weasley's family owl, old, ancient and feeble, he wasn't the best choice for a delivery of far distances or with large packages.
"Should have seen my mum, she cooked up a heap of cupcakes and even sent him some proper food. She declared he wasn't just eating sweets." Skylar confessed. Dominique Rosenwald was Harry's godmother, she'd wished to take the boy in when his parents had been killed when Harry had been a baby by the dark wizard Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, hadn't allowed her too. He'd apparently said Harry had to go with his mother's family.
"Well, when he comes here it won't be a problem anymore." Ron said.
"Have you invited him yet?"
"No, I'm waiting for dad to get tickets." Ron said.
"Well, I now have a ticket for him anyway so let me know if your life falls apart and you can't go." Skylar smirked.
Ron shot her a glare. The girl got up and hurried out of the room with a smirk.