Edited 5/5/23: Minor Grammar/Spelling

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Tuesday, May 5, 1998

"Happy Cinco de Mayo!" shrieked a howler in Pansy Parkinson's shrill voice.

Theo banged his head against the table, "She's such an arse," he groaned. "I'm not even Mexican. I'm a Spaniard! And-"

"They don't even celebrate Cinco de Mayo that way in Mexico. It's an American Capitalist Gimmick?" Hermione chimed I'm not even looking up from her book.

"How did you-? Are you a Legilimens?" He asked, put out.

"No tesoro, I just know you that well. You're getting quite predictable in your old age."

"Old age! Old ag- why you little! You're older than me!"

"Hmm, but much younger at heart." He groaned and sat in front of his easel, drawing the landscape outside of the window.

Theo had always had a bit of a peculiar relationship with his mother's side of the family. When he was young, his mother had a much more hands on approach to child rearing than most Pureblood wives. She'd grown up in the South of Spain in a vineyard and spent most of her childhood running through the vines with her brothers.

When she was 19, Thoros Nott had come on a vineyard tour for his 50th Birthday. He was taken with the young witch and immediately began courting her. Within the year, they were married and he carted her off to rainy England. Theo was born almost exactly nine months after their wedding.

When she'd "mysteriously died" when Theo was eight Thoros Nott tightened his hold on Theo. They started having intense Blood Purity lessons and he was consistently drilled on the Sacred 28 Family Lines. The summer before his 10th birthday, his abuela asked for him to come over the summer. Thoros had vehemently argued until he was informed that Theo was the heir to the vineyards as well and needed to learn the trade.

When Voldemort had returned in Fourth Year Theo spent ages trying to decide what he should do about his family. Eventually, he cut off almost all contact with them to protect them from Voldemort's regime. He didn't need the vineyard, where he'd always felt safest, falling victim to Tom's poison.

"How did the Howler even find me?" Theo frowned again.

"Well we left a hole in the wards for non-threatening letters. Párkinson apparently isn't threatening," Hermione said with a shrug.

That evening's dinner consisted of tacos, beans, and rice much to Theo's horror. Gertie was exceptionally pleased with her prank and giggled along with Hermione at his look of utter shock.

When Draco popped up for a margarita, he dropped a kiss on the top of Theo's head and said, "Happy Cinco de Mayo, querido."

"Have you all conspired against me!?" He whinged.

"No comment," Draco said, throwing himself on the couch and resting his head in Hermione's lap.

"How was your day?" She asked running her fingers through his hair.

"Alright. I finally heard from the Order. I have a meeting with Shacklebolt on Thursday. I'll let him know that you're here and we'll work out a plan for Theo. I doubt I'll be able to come up tomorrow as I have my nefarious potioneering lessons."

"So broody," Theo said with a chuckle.

Draco rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "I won't hold it against you because it's your People's National Holiday.

Theo squawked and stomped away to take a bath as Hermione and Draco laughed heartily behind him.

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