The three women surveyed their handiwork, admiring the elegant setup they had created in the Donoghue Ancestral gardens. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves overhead added to the magical ambiance. The tables adorned with blue fabrics and silver accents looked inviting, promising an afternoon of sophistication and camaraderie.

As the first guests began to arrive, each was welcomed with a warm smile from the hostesses and a courteous check of their invitations. The ladies, donned in their finest wizarding attire, mingled under the draped fabrics, sipping tea from delicate porcelain cups and enjoying the delectable treats on the tiered trays.

The sound of laughter and animated conversations filled the air as the guests explored the various activities set up around the garden. Some indulged in friendly games of wizard chess, while others tried their luck at exploding snap. The life-size wizard chess set in the corner drew the attention of those seeking a more exhilarating duel, and the cheers and gasps of the players added an exciting energy to the event.

Maeve, Euphemia, and Gwen circulated among the guests, ensuring everyone felt welcome and engaged. The silk gloves and dressing gowns, coordinated in shades of blue, added a touch of elegance to their ensembles. As the afternoon unfolded, it became clear that their meticulous planning had paid off, and the tea party was a resounding success.

"I knew this would be a hit," Maeve whispered to Gwen, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

Gwen nodded, "We make quite the team, don't we?"

Maeve clapped her hands, "I'm already looking forward to the next event."

Euphemia joined them, her eyes reflecting pride, "The ladies are thoroughly enjoying themselves. And I can see some of them eyeing you, Maeve, as the go-to person for event planning."

Maeve chuckled, "Well, I do have a knack for it. If they need advice, I'd be happy to help."

Euphemia, adjusting the gloves that matched her silk blue gown, brought up the matter of security. "The invitation-only policy is essential. We can't have uninvited guests disrupting the festivities."

Gwen nodded, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of her dressing gown. "Indeed, the security measures ensure that only those who were formally invited by bearing the invitation with my seal. Binky is doing an excellent job at the entrance."

Maeve chimed in, her eyes reflecting satisfaction, "And the color theme adds a touch of unity to the whole affair. The guests look splendid in their shades of blue, white, and silver."

Euphemia, still curious, turned her attention to Maeve. "And how did you manage to convince Liam and Jack to vacate the premises for the day?"

She chuckled, recalling her conversation with the two men. "I simply appealed to their love of Quidditch. With the Puddlenere United in town, it was easy to suggest a boys' day out to watch their practice. I may have also hinted at the possibility of inviting Fleamont and James, ensuring a full-fledged male excursion."

Euphemia laughed, "Ah, the power of strategic suggestion. Well played, Maeve."

Maeve added with a grin, "It allowed us to focus on the finer details without any interference. The result is a splendid event that will be remembered."

Gwen nodded in agreement, her gaze drifting over the garden filled with elegantly dressed witches. "I'm thrilled with how everything has come together. You should both be proud, your knack for planning has truly shone in this endeavor."

Maeve blushed, "Thank you, Gwen. I've enjoyed every moment of it."

With a smile, Gwen looked to the future. "And this is just the beginning. There will be many more events to plan, and I have no doubt that the magical community will seek your expertise, Maeve."

As they continued to revel in the success of their tea party, the trio knew that they had created not just an event but a tradition that would be cherished in the Donoghue family for generations to come. The laughter, music, and the clinking of teacups created a magical atmosphere that lingered, marking the beginning of a tradition that would be cherished by the high class woman

Gwen continued to navigate through the lively garden, the soft blue gown enhancing her elegance and radiance. Despite the popular colors of the event being blue, white, and silver, she seemed to wear them better than any other witch. As she moved gracefully among the guests, the soft fabric of her gown swirled around her, catching the attention of those who admired her sense of style.

The young witch observed Narcissa from a distance, appreciating the unique touch she brought to the color palette of the event. It was a testament to Narcissa's confidence and poise that she could seamlessly integrate her personal style into the theme of the tea party. The dark blue not only complemented her skin tone but also accentuated the vividness of her eyes, creating a captivating ensemble.

Gwen walked towards Narcissa, to greet her with a warm smile. "Narcissa, you look absolutely stunning in that gown. Blue suits you beautifully."

Narcissa curtsied gracefully, her silver-blonde hair catching the sunlight. "Thank you, Lady Donoghue. Your garden is a vision, and this tea party is truly enchanting."

Gwen gestured towards the spread of activities. "Feel free to indulge in whatever captures your interest. We have wizard chess, exploding snap, and of course, delightful treats and tea. Make yourself at home."

Narcissa's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I've always enjoyed a good game of wizard chess. Perhaps I'll challenge someone to a match later." She took not of the far away look in her eye, before she could ask about it, they had been interrupted.

Druella Black joined their conversation, adding, "Narcissa, my dear, don't forget to mingle and make connections. This is an excellent opportunity to expand your social circle."

Narcissa nodded, her expression composed. "Of course, Mother. I'll make the most of this gathering."

As Narcissa moved away to explore the festivities, Druella turned her attention back to Gwen. "Your family has quite the reputation for hosting exceptional events. I've heard about the memorable celebrations at the Donoghue estate."

Gwen inclined her head graciously. "We do enjoy bringing people together for joyous occasions. It's a pleasure to share our traditions with friends and guests."

Druella smiled, her eyes scanning the lively scene. "I hope this won't be the last time we enjoy such hospitality. Perhaps our families can collaborate on future events."

Gwen nodded, appreciating the diplomatic suggestion. "I would welcome that, Lady Black. Let's certainly keep that in mind for the future."

The afternoon unfolded with laughter, conversation, and the gentle clinking of teacups. The Donoghue Ancestral Estate, adorned in shades of blue, silver, and white, played host to a gathering that would be remembered in wizarding circles for its elegance and warmth. As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the gardens, the tea party continued, leaving an indelible mark on the memories of those in attendance.

She took note that Iris and Poppy Greengrass were giggling behind fans while Anastasia Fawley sipped and talked with another witch. One was two years below them. Morgana Travers.

The evening sun cast a warm glow on the estate, and Narcissa's blue eyes sparkled with a combination of curiosity and amusement as she engaged in conversations with other attendees.

Gwen took her seat in front of Narcissa, "Care for a match?"

Narcissa nodded, "White or Black?"

"White," she pursed her lips.

The atmosphere between Gwen and Narcissa shifted subtly as the Wizard's chess pieces took their places on the board. The intricacies of the game mirrored the unspoken tension that lingered in the air.

As Gwen made her move, her gaze never left Narcissa's face. The younger witch sensed that there was more on Narcissa's mind than the chess game at hand.

"You are sad," Gwen stated, not bothering to glance up at her. "Has something happened?" She waited patiently for Narcissa to respond, her own emotions hidden behind a composed exterior.

Narcissa hesitated, her fingers delicately hovering over the chess pieces. The mention of the promised engagement brought a visible reaction to her features—perhaps a mix of reluctance and concern. She finally made her move on the board, the pieces clinking softly against each other.

The older woman paused, eyes blinking as she cleared her throat. "How could you come to such a conclusion?"

Her blue eyes flickered toward her, before she finally moved her first piece. "What is the issue, Narcissa?"

The elder witch took a long and meticulous sip of her hot tea, before placing it down on the saucer and focusing on her own move.

Gwen leaned back in her chair, giving Narcissa the space to open up. The chess pieces, though engaged in a strategic battle, seemed to echo the underlying tension in the conversation.

Narcissa took a deep breath before continuing."Mr. Malfoy promised Lucius' hand in marriage to you."

"Yes, he did."

Gwen watched Narcissa's face, as she wore a nervous expression. Not for the game but for the conversation. She was surprised that Narcissa had brought it up now and not back in March when it originally happened. Perhaps she found out only recently.

"I admit that I only just found out an–"

"Lucius is against it, yes?"

She stayed silent.

"How do you feel about my engagement to him?"

Narcissa stared at her from across the table. "I'd prefer if it was nonexistent."

"Do you hate me?"

"Did you ask for the proposal between the two of you?"

"Answer the questions Narcissa," she moved her next chess piece, her eyes flashing briefly at her. "It is a simple yes or no question."

She swallowed, "how can I hate you? Logically, your proposal to Lucius is a strategic one. You both come from wealthy, old families and have reputations and statuses that compliment one another."

Gwen listened attentively, the weight of Narcissa's words sinking in. The Wizard's chess pieces, frozen in their strategic positions, mirrored the pause in the conversation, as if acknowledging the gravity of the revelations.

Narcissa continued, her voice a whisper carrying the weight of her concerns. "Before your engagement to him, my hand was promised to Lucius since he was a second year and I was a first year. Originally, he was supposed to marry Bellatrix, but he refused because of her quirks. Instead, he chose me, thinking our engagement wouldn't last long. We grew to care and admire one another, to grow to love one another."

Gwen's eyes widened slightly, realizing the depth of the history between Narcissa and Lucius. The intricacies of their relationship, entangled with family expectations and personal growth, added a layer of complexity to the situation.

Narcissa continued, "Your engagement to him has made things more complicated. There are pressures, political and otherwise, that our families are facing, and this engagement has only heightened the stakes for both him and me."

Gwen maintained her composed demeanor, but a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "It seems our lives are entwined in unexpected ways."

Narcissa's shoulders visibly relaxed, as if Gwen's straightforward acknowledgment had lifted a weight off her. "Gwen, you're perceptive. I may not agree with the circumstances, but I don't harbor any resentment towards you. If anything, I appreciate your understanding."

Gwen's expression softened, a touch of empathy in her eyes. "Narcissa, I value your honesty." She paused, "which is why I will tell you something that nobody knows yet but Abraxas Malfoy."

Narcissa furrowed her eyebrows, her lips turning into a frown. "I don't understand."

"I did not ask for the proposal. And I can assure you, I have no desire to force myself into a situation that causes discomfort for you or Lucius. The engagement was immediately canceled as my Grandmother had been the one to arrange it."

Narcissa's relief was palpable, and the tension that had hung between them seemed to dissipate with Gwen's revelation. The chess pieces, now back in motion, mirrored the shift in the atmosphere.

Narcissa's lips curled into a sincere smile, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Your honesty is a gift, Gwen. I appreciate you sharing this with me. It's reassuring to know the truth."

Gwen returned the smile, a warmth in her gaze. "I'm glad we can share these truths with each other. It strengthens our friendship, and I value that."

"You consider me a friend?"

"Why would I not?"

Narcissa made her move on the chessboard, and the game continued. As the pieces engaged in their strategic dance, the two witches found solace in the unburdening of truths.

"Friends then," Narcissa looked across the board, her eyes softening with sincerity. "Your words mean a great deal to me."

Gwen nodded, her expression genuine. "We will always be friends, Narcissa. Regardless of the complexities life throws at us, our friendship will always endure."

The conversation shifted seamlessly from the complexities of their lives to the world of books, providing a welcome escape into a safer and more enjoyable topic. Gwen and Narcissa found common ground in their love for romance novels, and a shared passion for literature opened a new avenue for their friendship.

As they discussed their favorite authors and novels, Gwen was pleasantly surprised to discover Narcissa's fondness for trashy Muggle romance novels. The revelation added a layer of delightful intrigue to Narcissa's character, and the two witches found themselves laughing and bonding over their shared guilty pleasure.

Narcissa confessed with a playful smile, "I must admit, I find the Muggle romance novels quite entertaining. There's something about the dramatic plots and swoon-worthy romances that captures my imagination."

Gwen chuckled, realizing the unexpected connection they shared. "Well, Narcissa, if you ever want to expand your collection, I'd be more than happy to buy some for you and owl them over. Consider it our little secret indulgence."

Narcissa's eyes sparkled with amusement, appreciating Gwen's offer. "That's a tempting proposition, Gwen. I might just take you up on it. It can be our guilty pleasure, shared across the wizarding and Muggle worlds."

Gwen nodded with a grin, "Consider it a literary exchange between friends. And who knows, we might discover some hidden gems in the Muggle romance world."

As the conversation continued, the two witches found joy in sharing their favorite stories and exchanging recommendations. The Wizard's chessboard, momentarily forgotten, became a backdrop to their laughter. In the realm of books, Gwen and Narcissa discovered a shared escape, a place where the complexities of their lives took a backseat to the simple pleasure of a good story and the bonds of friendship that were being woven with each word exchanged.

Just as Gwen had beat her in Wizard's chess, she moved to make herself a cup of tea as well.

"Now that we are friends," Narcissa started. "May I ask you a rather personal question?"

"I invite you to always speak your mind Narcissa," she placed two cubes of sugar and a spoonful of honey in her hot tea.

"Your relationship to my cousin," she started.

"Regulus or Sirius Black?"

"Sirius," she poured herself another cup of hot tea. "Your closeness with my younger cousin has caused for many people to watch and talk about."

"You have yet to ask me a question." Gwen pointed out as she stirred her tea in long and circular motions.

"Between you and me," she grinned. "Are you two truly best friends with one another or is there something more?"

Gwen didn't falter, she continued to stir her tea, tapping it against the rim of the thin porcelain white cup with blue floral patterns and set it on the saucer. She brought the cup to her lips, blew once, and took a sip, all while keeping her gaze on the coy woman in front of her.

"Have you not read the gossip column?"

Narcissa snorted, "by that puff? It's all drivel and any witch or wizard with any sense would see that it is nothing but slander."

"Our relationship is special," she admitted aloud. "He is a unique wizard, especially when you take into consideration his own background, reputation and wealth."

Narcissa leaned back in her chair, studying Gwen with a thoughtful expression. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift as the weight of the conversation settled between them.

"Is that what all that matters to you?"

Gwen met Narcissa's gaze with a steady intensity, her own expression revealing a blend of determination and vulnerability. The air in the room crackled with unspoken understanding as the two women navigated the intricacies of their conversation. Gwen pursued her lips, "we both know if that is what I truly cared for then I would have kept my engagement to Lucius Malfoy."

The elder witch smiled, a genuine warmth softening her features. "You're a remarkable witch, Gwen. I appreciate your honesty and your willingness to share." Narcissa raised an elegant eyebrow, her gaze steady. "But your relationship with him goes beyond mere friendship, doesn't it? I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him. It's not a conventional friendship."

Gwen sighed, setting down her teacup. "Sirius and I share a deep connection. We've been through a lot together, and our bond is indeed special. But it is not a romantic one. We are, as you put it, best friends, confidants, and partners in mischief. Nothing more."

Narcissa seemed to mull over Gwen's words, her expression unreadable. "You're a smart witch, Gwen. I trust your judgment. I only ask because I've seen the toll that rumors and gossip can take on someone's reputation, especially in our world."

Gwen offered a small smile. "Your concern is appreciated, Narcissa. I will admit, I was first upset but not due to the gossip but due to those who look at me with pity. I'm not one to let gossip dictate my choices or define my relationships. Sirius and I are secure in what we share, and that's what matters."

Narcissa nodded, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. "I suppose I just wanted to be sure. Our family can be... traditional in its views, and I would hate to see either of you face unnecessary challenges."

Gwen appreciated Narcissa's genuine concern, realizing that beneath the surface of the high society and familial expectations, there was a woman who cared about the well-being of those around her.

"Thank you for your candor, Narcissa," Gwen said, picking up her teacup once more. "And for being a friend who asks tough questions. It's a rare quality."

As the conversation shifted to lighter topics, the two women continued to enjoy their tea, the air between them lightening. The bond of friendship seemed to strengthen, bridging the gap between different worlds and perspectives. In that moment, Gwen realized that sometimes, the most profound connections were the ones that defied societal norms and expectations. Yet. Something told her that Narcissa wasn't the type to be vocal about her views.

After talking with Narcissa, Gwen found Molly Weasley perusing the gardens. She was in a beautiful white silk gown with a blue floral print, a matching sheer ribbon under her bodice.

"Congratulations on your second child," she smiled. "My apologies for having been unable to come to your baby shower."

"Oh don't fret dear," she waved her off. "You had already started at Hogwarts, plus there will be more baby showers in the future."

She quirked a smile, "how many more children do you plan on having?"

"I just want a girl but Arthur wants to have several more regardless of their gender."

Gwen nodded, "seems that I'll be able to make it to at least one then with the way you and Arthur seem to be reproducing every two years."

Molly laughed, "thank you for inviting me to your tea party. I'll admit that when I received your invitation, I was excited at having a chance to leave the house and have some time to myself."

As they meandered through the intricate twists of the hedge maze, Molly shared stories of her growing family, the joys and challenges of motherhood, and the delightful chaos that came with raising magical children.

"I must admit, I never thought I'd have a garden of my own," Molly confessed, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "But once you start, it becomes a sort of sanctuary. A place to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life."

Gwen listened attentively, appreciating Molly's candidness. The maze seemed to reflect the twists and turns of their conversation, creating a sense of intimacy as they discussed family, aspirations, and the intricate details of magical life.

"I envy your green thumb," Gwen remarked, glancing around at the vibrant flowers and carefully manicured hedges. "I've always been more comfortable with books and magical theory, but there's something enchanting about a well-tended garden."

Molly chuckled, adjusting the ribbon under her bodice. "Well, you have your own talents, dear. Not everyone can host such elegant tea parties or bring the magical community together like you do."

"Thank you," Gwen smiled, grateful for Molly's kind words.

"Perhaps I can babysit Bill this summer just to help out a bit since you have Charlie to focus more of your attention on."

"We couldn't afford to pay you," she frowned.

"No offense Molly, but I don't need the money. I'm offering a favor to a friend."

Molly seemed conflicted, "it is your summer though."

"I genuinely look forward to spending time with Bill," Gwen said, steering the conversation back to the prospect of babysitting. "It's not a burden; it's a pleasure. And besides, it would be a good opportunity for me to practice my childcare skills."

Molly's expression softened, and she placed a hand on Gwen's arm. "You're a dear, Gwen. We appreciate your willingness to help. I'll make sure to prepare a list of his favorite toys and routines."

As they emerged from the maze, the sun casting a warm glow over the garden, Gwen couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Molly. The prospect of supporting each other in their magical lives, whether through tea parties or babysitting favors, created a bond that transcended the formalities of their social circles. With a shared understanding of the magical world and its complexities, Gwen and Molly walked back towards the festivities, strengthened by the connection forged in the heart of the enchanting garden.

"I give in,"

The two witches walked through the hedge maze, Molly was explaining to Gwen about the garden she had started. That she had actually enjoyed it more than she thought she would before going on to explain how Arthur had expanded their house to make room for Charlie.

"I never thought I'd have gotten a moment of your time," Pandora smiled, she looped her arm with Gwen's. "Beautiful party."

"Why thank you," she smiled. "I do hope you are enjoying yourself."

The two young women continued to stroll through the elegant garden, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights hanging from the branches of ancient trees. The air was filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the occasional laughter of other guests enjoying the soirée.

Pandora fiddled with her sheer lace floral gloves, "your party was such a success, you should make it an annual thing for the ladies. I've heard nothing but the ladies singing your praises."

"Perhaps I will," she smiled. "Maybe planning an event for every season will do good for every female in the families."

Gwen hummed in thought. It would give her Aunties something to do rather than just sitting around. That didn't sound like such a bad idea as she could use it as an opportunity to raise money for a few charities that she was wanting to start and have her Aunts help manage.

"You are brilliant Dora," she patted the hand that was on top of her hand. "Bloody brilliant."

"I'm glad that you can recognize such a genius."

"Tell me about the niffler den you were quite keen on visiting." She paused, her eye catching her Aunt Maeve beating her other Aunt Euphemia at exploding snap. "I've always found magical creatures fascinating, but I haven't had the chance to get up close and personal with many of them."

Pandora's eyes lit up with excitement as she began to share tales of her encounters with the mischievous creatures. She described the soft, velvety fur of the nifflers, the glint in their curious eyes, and the playful antics of the little ones.

"They're such clever and adorable creatures," Pandora enthused.

"I took some photographs!" Pandora dug in the pocket of her several skirts. "One of the nifflers had been pregnant and I was able to witness the birth as well."

She handed over the small stack of photos she had taken of their horde, the different nifflers and several of the baby gnawing on a galleon. She had taken a quill and wrote on the back of the photographs of what she had named them.

"These are quite beautiful," she brushed her hand over the moving pictures of the baby niffler playing with it's mother.

"I can't bear the thought of them losing their home because of a falling tree. That's why I reached out to Newt Scamander. I figured if anyone knows how to care for magical creatures, it's him."

"I take it he hasn't responded yet," she handed her the stack of photos back over to her.

"I expect a reply by the end of the week since he was giving a talk in Scotland and should be home by Friday."

"Jackie better watch out," she giggled. "You are quite the stalker yourself."

Pandora wore a mischievous smile, "the Jabberbee's see all."

"I was thinking of what charity to start but I think you gave me an amazing idea for one," Gwen bumped her shoulder with hers. "I love the idea of turning these gatherings into something meaningful," Gwen mused. "We can involve the witches in helping rehoming creatures to be protected

Gwen nodded thoughtfully, appreciating the genuine concern in Pandora's actions. The idea of incorporating magical creature care into seasonal events resonated with her, not only as a way to keep her Aunties engaged but also as a means to contribute to charitable causes.

Pandora grinned, clearly pleased with Gwen's enthusiasm. "I knew you'd see the potential in it. Imagine the joy of bringing magical beings and witches together for a common cause."

As they continued to chat and enjoy the party, Gwen admired Pandora's adventurous spirit and passion for magical creatures inspired her to help her Aunt's fill in their time and to give the other witches of the families the ability to partake in things other than sitting around and gossiping.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the yard as James and Sirius continued their spirited chase. Laughter echoed through the air as the friends darted around, their movements fueled by a combination of youthful exuberance and the thrill of the chase.

Remus, leaning comfortably against the trunk of a tree, observed the antics of his friends with a fond smile. His golden-brown eyes followed the unpredictable paths James and Sirius took, reveling in the simple joy of the moment. As the two pranksters circled each other, Remus couldn't help but appreciate the camaraderie that had formed between them.

Beside Remus, Peter diligently worked on his homework, occasionally glancing up to watch the playful pursuit. He sighed, torn between the responsibilities of academia and the allure of the outdoor escapade.

Just as the chase seemed to reach its peak, the back door of the house burst open, and Jack joined the fray. His tie, once neatly knotted, now sailed through the air like a banner of rebellion. Jack's carefree spirit infused a new energy into the game, and he quickly became a force to be reckoned with. Sirius concluded it was more to do with the fact that he was older and more experienced since James and him had grown up fighting one another.

The yard became a whirlwind of laughter, flying ties, and the thud of running footsteps. It was a scene of unbridled friendship, where the worries of the wizarding world and the looming responsibilities of adulthood momentarily faded away.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, the friends gradually slowed their pace. Breathing heavily but wearing broad smiles, they gathered near the tree where Remus and Peter sat.

"You're missing out on all the fun, Moony," Sirius panted, wiping sweat from his brow.

Remus chuckled, pushing himself off the tree. "I'm more of a spectator, you know that."

Jack flopped onto the grass, gasping for breath. "I swear, those two are like a couple of runaway hippogriffs."

Peter closed his book with a snap. "And I'm like a runaway pile of homework."

They were residing at Donoghue Manor, after having spent most of the day wandering around Muggle London, Sirius wanted to visit the record store while Remus wanted to buy some new books. A new bookstore had opened up and he had been rather keen on visiting it. Peter of course joined for the ride and James just wanted to see a new movie, called "The Three Musketeers".

It was actually a bloody good film in Sirius' opinion, reminding him of James, Remus, and himself. Peter was merely their mascot. Sirius couldn't resist teasing James about his choice of movie, claiming that he was more of a swashbuckling hero than the characters in "The Three Musketeers."

"You know, I could've taken on those villains with one hand tied behind my back," Sirius boasted, a playful glint in his eyes.

James chuckled. "Oh really? Maybe we should reenact some scenes in the backyard. I'll be D'Artagnan, and you can be... well, yourself."

Sirius mockingly bowed. "Your wish is my command, milord."

Remus, carrying a bag filled with the books he'd acquired, rolled his eyes. "Must you two turn everything into a competition?"

"Absolutely," Sirius replied with a grin, throwing an arm around Remus. "It keeps life interesting."

Minky bowe her head, "lunch is ready."

The boys immediately stopped their roughhousing and made their way towards the others. As they entered the manor, they were directed into the sitting room. The room was adorned with plush furniture and antique wizarding artifacts, creating an atmosphere of refined comfort.

They ate, joking and laughing with one another.

"Mistress Donoghue," Minky introduced.

The five boys immediately looked towards the doorway to see the young girl step in. She shed her jacket, revealing that she wore a nice blue button up long sleeve shirt with a gray sweater vest over it, the blue and gray plaid skirt with white ankle boots before handing her coat to the House Elf.

"Thank you Minky," she set her shopping bags down. "Can you take these?"

"Yes mistress."

"What are you doing in my home?"

Sirius grinned up at her, "Declan let us in. You had already left to go shopping with Evans."

"Evans? Where?"

Remus stared at James from behind his book, he narrowed his eyes slightly before he caught the eye of Jack. Who also caught on to it, they shared a mutual understanding before they went back to watching the others.

"What did you guys do today?"

"I found some incredible records," Sirius announced, plopping down on a couch. "The Muggle music scene is wild. You guys should give it a try."

Remus settled into an armchair, his book bag at his feet. "I'm more excited about the books I found. The new bookstore is a treasure trove of magical literature. I couldn't resist."

Peter, perched on the edge of another couch, chimed in, "I got some Muggle snacks. They're surprisingly good."

James, leaning against the wall, added, "And I think 'The Three Musketeers' is the best Muggle film I've seen in ages. It had everything—sword fights, romance, and some pretty catchy tunes."

"Romance?" Gwen asked as she settled into her own seat. "I would love to see the film then."

"I wouldn't mind seeing it again,"

The room fell into a brief silence as the unexpected interaction between Sirius and Gwen unfolded. Remus glanced up from his book, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. Jack shot a knowing look towards James, who was still rubbing the back of his head from the friendly smack he received.

James shot a playful glare at Jack, who grinned unapologetically.

"We could go see it together," Sirius suggested. "It'd be fun for us to go together sweetheart." He moved to sit beside her feet, leaning his head on her left knee.

Her cheeks grew pink, "I would like that." Her hand fell to his hair, slowly running her fingers through his dark curls.

Maeve, Euphemia, and Gwen were sitting in a cafe drinking coffee after having seen a play and visiting a new exhibition at the museum.

"I've received a letter from Druella about helping plan a luncheon for her and her daughters." Maeve smiled, taking a bite of her pastry.

"I told you," she mused. "I want to ask you both something."

Both older woman shared a look before turning to her, waiting patiently for her.

"Pandora had given me a great idea. For each season, I will hold an event for witches only. I gathered from some of the younger witches that they would prefer for events that are leaned more towards women's interests. Such as charities, tea parties, gown fittings and readings."

The older woman understood what she planned.

That sounds like a delightful and empowering idea," Euphemia chimed in, sipping her coffee. "Women-centric events can provide a wonderful platform for unity and support among witches. It's a splendid initiative, Gwen."

Maeve nodded in agreement. "And hosting events for each season adds a lovely variety. It would give everyone something to look forward to throughout the year."

Gwen smiled at their positive responses, grateful for their support. "I thought it could also be an opportunity to raise funds for different charities. Each event could focus on a specific cause, and the proceeds could go towards supporting those in need."

Euphemia's eyes twinkled with approval. "Combining social gatherings with charitable endeavors—what a brilliant way to make a positive impact. It aligns perfectly with our responsibilities as witches."

Maeve leaned forward, her expression thoughtful. "And you could involve the younger generation in the planning and execution. It's not only a chance for them to learn and contribute but also to foster a sense of community among witches of all ages."

Gwen's excitement grew as she absorbed their suggestions. "That's an excellent point, Maeve. Involving the younger witches would not only pass on valuable skills."

Euphemia added, "It could be a platform for mentorship, where experienced witches guide the younger ones in organizing and hosting these events. The exchange of knowledge and experiences would be invaluable."

"I am happy that you guys are supporting my idea," she said quietly, her hand gripping her coffee cup. "I know that if Mum was still alive, she would love it."

The elder woman frowned at her, afraid that she would begin to cry at the memory of her mother, both leaned forward and each took one of her hands.

"Rose would have loved these events." Euphemia smiled, "I can't tell you how many ball gowns she owned as she refused to miss a single event."

Maeve nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with understanding. "Rose was a remarkable woman, and she would be immensely proud of the woman you've become, Gwen. Your idea of these seasonal events is a beautiful way to honor her memory and carry forward the traditions she cherished."

Euphemia squeezed Gwen's hand gently. "Your mother had a way of bringing people together, she was kind and compassionate. These events will not only celebrate women's interests but also embody the spirit of unity and connection that your mother valued so much."

Gwen smiled gratefully at the two women who had become like family to her. "Thank you both. Your support means the world to me. I want these events to be a reflection of the strength and resilience of witches, just like Mum was."

Maeve patted her hand reassuringly. "And they will be, my dear. With your vision and the support of those who care about you, these gatherings will become a cherished tradition for witches of all generations."

As they sat in the cozy cafe, the shared connection between the three women deepened. The memory of Gwen's mother, Rose, lingered in their hearts, becoming a source of inspiration for the events that would soon unfold. Both women had taken over in mothering Gwen after her own had fallen.

The ache in Gwen's heart grew as she listened to the stories and memories of her mother shared by Euphemia and Maeve. The warmth in the cafe seemed to intensify, and Gwen felt a mix of emotions swirling within her. While she cherished the opportunity to hear more about Rose's life, a subtle jealousy crept into her thoughts.

The knowledge that Euphemia and Maeve had also withheld secrets about her mother, details that were hidden from her, weighed heavily on Gwen. She wrestled with the conflicting emotions of understanding the intent behind their actions and the hurt of being kept in the dark.

Euphemia sensed the shift in Gwen's demeanor and exchanged a concerned glance with Maeve. Sensing that something troubled her, Euphemia gently squeezed Gwen's hand. "Is there something on your mind, my dear?"

Gwen hesitated, her gaze dropping to her untouched coffee. "I can't help but feel... left out. I understand you were trying to protect me, but I wish I knew more about Mum. I wish you had trusted me with the truth."

Maeve sighed, her expression filled with empathy. "Gwen, darling, we kept those details hidden to shield you from unnecessary pain. The circumstances of your mother's passing, the prophecy, and your inherited abilities—they are heavy burdens to carry. We only wanted to spare you from that weight."

Euphemia nodded in agreement. "We never meant to exclude you or diminish your connection to Rose. It was all about protecting you, ensuring you had the chance to grow without the shadows of the past looming over you. Especially since you share so many qualities as she had. We knew that you would blame yourself for her passing."

Gwen took a deep breath, trying to process their words. The conflicting emotions within her continued to churn, but she appreciated their honesty. "I understand, I truly do. It's just hard, knowing there was so much more to Mum that I never knew."

Maeve reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on Gwen's. "You have your own path to walk, my dear. The past is a part of you, but it doesn't define you. We thought we were doing what was best for you."

Euphemia added softly, "If you ever want to know more, if you ever feel ready to explore those details, we're here for you. The truth will always be waiting, whenever you're ready to embrace it."

Gwen nodded, a mix of gratitude and longing in her eyes. The cafe, once filled with shared laughter and memories, now held a deeper layer of understanding and unspoken truths between the three witches.

Sirius let out a sob, he woke up in a cold sweat. His nightmares were steadily becoming an issue. One that he didn't want to deal with. Especially not when he was in this house. Alone and vulnerable.

He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, he let out a groan as he saw that it was still pitch black outside. His gaze wandered over to the clock on his nightstand. It read 12:09.

Dammit.

He must have fallen asleep easily from having stayed up all night with James.

Climbing out of bed, he ran a hand through his damp hair. Grabbing a fresh pair of clothes, stepped out of his room, the door creaking softly. Sirius closed the door behind him quietly. His bare feet padding across the floor as he headed to the loo to take a shower, to wash away the nightmares he had.

Sirius had just stepped out of the bathroom when he heard loud voices coming from the direction of the drawing room, before being followed by footsteps. Multiple footsteps were heard as he approached cautiously, his senses on high alert. The house, usually quiet and serene, seemed to hum with an unusual energy tonight. Curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension, Sirius moved silently towards the source of the commotion.

He heard his mother first, "—will die. If we are to impress the Lord we must begin to prepare him."

His elder cousin's voice cackled, "Auntie you are insane if you think that he will submit now."

"Don't worry about that Bella," his mother paused. "He will see reason and begin to act like the Black he is, otherwise he will sully our House's great name."

He heard a door close, causing the other background noises to filter out from Walburga and Bellatrix.

"He will marry that stupid girl and bring great pride to our family."

"You can't control that girl anymore than I can be controlled." Sirius was astonished by the tone in her voice, it was as if she was proud and impressed by Gwen's stubborn nature. He must have been hearing things.

Walburga snorted, "it won't be so hard to control that girl."

"Her engagement to Lucius would have ruined your plans had she not canceled the engagement as soon as it happened." Bellatrix taunted the older witch, a high pitched laugh leaving her lips.

"You'll wake them up," she scolded. "I'll admit I was surprised she had turned him down as he is a more than suitable prospect. However, something tells me it was because of her mudblood loving mother that had to do with it."

Bellatrix was surprising quiet, "I'm glad that she had ended the engagement and rejected the offer."

This seemed to make the older woman hiss at her, "you need to forget about Narcissa and worry about yourself you stupid girl. The Dark Lord comes first, nobody else matters after that. Especially not that weak girl."

Sirius crept closer, down the stairs and peeked. Both women were standing across from one another, hateful glares being shared. Swiftly, Bellatrix had Walburga up against the wall, having slammed her into it. Her black lips turned into a crude sadistic smile.

"Careful, what you say Auntie." She tsked, "just because we are family doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to crucio you—or worse…it wouldn't be the first time a Black has killed one of their own."

Walburga's eyes widened, "you—you crazy bitch!"

The hand that gripped his mother's neck squeezed, her black painted nails digging into her flesh. "Insult my sister again Auntie and I'll have your tongue fed to Nagini."

"Your loyalty should be to the Dark Lord!" She hastily said as if it were to save her somehow. "Everyone else shouldn't matter!"

"That girl you loathe so much was right about one thing," she squeezed her neck even harder. Her crude smile beginning to get bigger as insanity seemed to bleed in, "be a proper lady to Uncle by keeping your mouth shut and obeying your superiors."

The entire ordeal sent a chill down his spine, watching his older cousin assault the older woman. He should have felt something, right? Should have felt remorse and guilt for standing aside and not doing anything right? No—how many times had she abused him? Harmed him physically and left him unable to move after?

Sirius remained hidden, an internal conflict raging within him. The scenes unfolding before him were disturbing, yet a part of him hesitated to intervene. The complex web of family dynamics, loyalty, and the twisted sense of superiority ingrained in them was difficult to unravel.

As the tension in the room escalated, Sirius grappled with conflicting emotions. He had endured years of abuse at the hands of his mother, the woman currently being subjected to Bellatrix's wrath. The notion of intervening and defending Walburga seemed almost absurd given their tumultuous history.

However, a small voice within him whispered that even in the face of past grievances, there was something inherently unsettling about witnessing family members turning on each other with such brutality.

Bellatrix's words echoed in his mind — the reminder that loyalty should be to the Dark Lord above all else. The darkness that had overshadowed his family's legacy was palpable, and the realization that they prioritized their allegiance to a malevolent force over their own blood disturbed him deeply.

As Bellatrix continued her assault, Sirius found himself torn between the desire to break free from the toxic ties of his family and the ingrained sense of duty that whispered in his ear, reminding him of the Black family's twisted expectations.

Yet, remembering the designs his Mother had planned for Gwen, made him ill. She was his priority above all, he had vowed to protect her, even from his own family. Sirius didn't hesitate to turn his back on his Mother who couldn't struggle against his insane cousin. Once back in the safety of his bedroom, he looked over his room.

He used sticking charms on all the Gryffindor and muggle rock bands memorabilia to his wall. Not only to rub it in his Mother's face but to cover the Slytherin green walls of his large bedroom. As Sirius stared at the photo that sat on his bedside table, a mixture of longing and frustration filled him. The room, now devoid of the Slytherin green, seemed to reflect the internal turmoil he felt. His thoughts drifted back to Gwen, the girl who had become the focal point of his emotions, though admitting it aloud still seemed like a challenge.

His room was a bit of a mess, due to Kreacher refusing to clean his room because of how shameful it was. Not like he'd want the damn house elf in here sticking his nose in his things. After the nightmare and the conversation he overheard, he might as well clean his room. Not as if he would be sleeping anytime soon.

Picking up his dirty laundry, he put it in a pile next to his door, to put it in the bathroom so Kreacher would wash his clothes. Next he went to put all his school materials back into his Hogwarts Trunk after having spent the last two days doing all his summer homework being stuck in the damn house.

Deciding to distract himself, Sirius finally approached his desk, the one he had been avoiding. Memories of some of his favorite moments adorned the surface, and he couldn't help but smile at the snapshots of happiness captured in the moving photos.

Photographs of his friends say in frames up top the desk, magazines of Witch Weekly and other publishers sitting astride. They were all of the girl he couldn't make his mind up about. He had ripped out every photo of her, every article about her appearances at Balls and charity events she attended during holiday breaks.

Gwen.

A pretty witch.

She was more than just a pretty witch.

She is his pretty witch. Yes. His, even if he wouldn't ever admit it aloud that she is his.

He carefully organized the items in his trunk, each holding a special memory. The white silk glove, a symbol of their first meeting, rested atop the pile. Sirius ran his fingers over it, feeling a sense of comfort in its presence. It was a tangible reminder of her, something he could hold onto in the midst of the chaos surrounding his family.

He traced the outline of her image in the photograph, recalling the warmth of her laughter and the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. Her blue eyes pierced into his, her perfect pouty lips curved upwards as he watched her smile at him from the moving photo. Lips that he had kissed.

Merlin—he was screwed.

The connection they shared was undeniable, a bond that went beyond the confines of their respective family backgrounds. Yet, the complexities of their lives seemed determined to keep them apart.

The events he overheard downstairs fueled his determination to protect Gwen from the schemes his mother had concocted. He couldn't let her become a pawn in the dangerous game of pureblood politics. The desire to shield her from the dark forces that lurked within his family became a driving force.

He missed the witch.

It had been nearly a week since he saw her last. She was busy babysitting Bill Weasley, spending time with her friends, and organizing more events for pureblood witches to attend.

As he continued to clean and organize, Sirius's mind drifted back to the week he had spent without seeing her. He missed her, the way her presence could brighten even the darkest corners of his mind. The separation weighed on him, and he couldn't shake the yearning to be near her again.

Closing his trunk, Sirius took one last look at the photograph of him and Gwen by the Black Lake. The determination in his eyes mirrored the commitment he felt to protect her from the impending storm. The path ahead was uncertain, but in that moment, he found solace in the memories of a pretty witch who had unknowingly become the beacon of light in his tumultuous world.

Carrying the glove and the photo to his bed, he crawled back in and held both things. Lulling himself into a sleep without the fear of being crucio'd.

Gwen admired herself in the mirror, appreciating the effort Jackie had put into choosing her outfit. The combination of the sheer light long sleeve top and the black strapless fitted dress created a stylish and sophisticated look. The dress accentuated her figure, and the contrasting textures added a touch of elegance.

The ensemble was completed with black ruffled socks and blue ankle boots, a bold choice that added a playful and trendy element to the overall outfit. Gwen couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence as she took in the reflection before her. Jackie always knew what looked good on anybody with just a glance.

"Jackie, you have an impeccable sense of style," she complimented her friend, genuinely grateful for the support.

Jackie grinned, continuing to brush Gwen's hair with the elegant white gold antique brush. "Well, you're the canvas, and I'm just here to enhance the masterpiece," she teased.

As Jackie finished the final touches on Gwen's hair, she stepped back to admire the overall look. Gwen felt a mix of excitement and nerves, but the confidence instilled by her friend's styling choices helped ease any lingering apprehension.

"Sirius won't know what hit him," Jackie added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Now come, let me start on your hair and makeup."

The room was filled with soft, ambient light, casting a warm glow on the vanity where Jackie stood. Gwen watched as her friend picked up the white gold antique brush with blue jewels, marveling at its intricate design.

As Jackie began to brush her hair, the sensation was soothing, the gentle strokes untangling any knots and creating a sense of intimacy between the two friends. The rhythmic motion of the brush against her hair provided a moment of tranquility amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

The memory of her mother brushing her hair flooded her mind. She couldn't help but smile at the recollection of those tender moments, the rhythmic motion of the brush, and the comforting hum of a lullaby that echoed in her memory.

Her mother's presence lingered in the gentle strokes of the brush, a familiar and soothing touch that transcended time. Those morning and night routines had been a source of comfort and connection, a simple yet profound expression of maternal love.

Gwen's heart warmed at the thought of those cherished moments. The echo of the lullaby played in her mind like a nostalgic melody, a reminder of the enduring bond between a mother and her daughter. Though the circumstances had changed, and her mother was no longer physically present, the memories remain imprinted on Gwen's heart.

"You really think I look good?" Gwen asked, her gaze meeting Jackie's in the mirror.

Jackie chuckled, "Absolutely. You're stunning, Gwen."

Gwen smiled appreciatively, her nerves slowly transforming into a growing sense of confidence. The prospect of spending time with Sirius felt like a step into uncharted territory, but she was determined to enjoy the evening.

Jackie felt a sense of pride at her work, as she skillfully tied her white hair into a half updo with the black silk ribbon. The contrast between the dark ribbon and her ethereal hair created a striking and elegant effect. It was a simple yet beautiful touch that added to the overall allure of her appearance.

"Is the makeup too much?" Gwen felt self conscious all of a sudden as she picked up the matching hand held mirror. Jackie insisted on using black eyeliner to make her eyes stand out more.

"Stop worrying," she remarked. "Alright, now go and have a fantastic time with Sirius. And remember, just be yourself," Jackie advised with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Gwen took a deep breath, letting the advice sink in. With a final glance in the mirror, she felt a surge of determination. Gwen chuckled, her pink-tinted cheeks reflecting a blend of anticipation and joy. She felt ready for the evening, ready to see where this alone time with Sirius would lead. As she made her way to the door, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Jackie's friendship and the boost of confidence she needed for this special occasion.

She paused, "thank you for helping me."

"You are welcome."

"Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"I met your Aunt Maeve before coming up here to help you," she smiled, picking up her coat. "She said that she wanted to pick some fabrics for the winter charity event that you asked her to help arrange."

"Will you be here when I get back?"

Jackie nodded, "so will Toni and Pandora. You will of course be giving us every single detail when you come back."

He is handsome.

His black hair cascaded in waves, framing his face with an effortless coolness. His jaw had become more defined now that he was turning thirteen and only growing older.

His choice of attire reflected a certain rebellious edge. Ripped jeans, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket adorned his frame. The ensemble exuded a casual yet stylish vibe, a departure from the traditional pureblood image associated with his family. Deliciously rebellious, as he started to look more like the men in her books. The leather jacket, a thoughtful gift from Jamie.

The evolution in his style seemed to mirror a broader shift within him—a departure from the confines of his family's expectations and an embrace of individuality. While she did love to see him dressed up, something about the punk rocker style made her love it even more.

Sirius swallowed, his hand reaching for hers as he helped her down the last two steps. "Darling, you are gorgeous."

"And you look handsome."

He liked how she looked away from him, a blush on her cheeks as she shyed away. It stirred something inside him.

"We should get going," he smiled, taking her hand in his. Her charm bracelet jingled as he did.

Sirius had paid for their tickets ahead of time, he had escorted her to the theater room that the movie would be playing in before he left.

He had come back with a large tub of popcorn, two glass bottles of Coca-Cola with straws. He slipped into the seat beside her, the theater was relatively full as it was a late Friday afternoon.

"Mind holding that darling?"

She smiled, taking the popcorn bowl from him. She reached in, catching the color of blue in it. Before staring, shocked at it. "There are M&M's inside the popcorn…."

Sirius frowned, "did I choose the wrong candy? I could have sworn you said that you liked M&M's."

"No, you were right…" she turned to him. "You remembered how I prefer them. Something small and unimportant."

He flashed her a smile, "Anything concerning you is important."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, before she began to eat a handful of popcorn. Her gaze fell towards the screen as the lights dimmed, signaling the start of the movie.

Having already seen the movie prior with James and the others, Sirius sat in the dark, next to the pretty witch that smelled of blueberries. He spent his time studying her profile, as she never blinked, her gaze glued to the silver screen. Her eyes were wide and excited, every ten to fifteen seconds she would eat another scoop of popcorn.

The movie continued, but for Sirius, the real show was the enchanting display of emotions on her face. He couldn't help but chuckle when she jumped at a sudden twist in the plot or when her eyes sparkled with joy during a humorous scene. As the story unfolded on the screen, he found himself captivated by the subtle nuances of her reactions.

Occasionally, he would join in on her excitement, whispering comments or sharing a quiet laugh, creating a bubble of shared amusement between them. The warmth from her hand in his only intensified the connection, making the entire experience feel more intimate.

As the movie reached its climax, Sirius stole glances at her face, noticing how her features softened during tender moments and tensed during suspenseful ones. He couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with genuine emotion, completely immersed in the world unfolding on the screen.

Every now and then, their fingers would brush against each other in the popcorn bowl, sending a delightful shiver down Sirius's spine. While her own would linger, her pinky brushing against his. She quietly sipped her soda absently from the straw, leaving a pink mark behind from the colored lip gloss she wore. Sometime during the movie she had reached over and took his hand in hers, and he felt warm all over.

The credits rolled, signaling the end of the movie. The lights gradually brightened as the theater slowly emptied. Sirius turned to her, a contented smile playing on his lips. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer from the animated expressions she had worn throughout.

She turned to him, a happy twinkle in her eyes. "It was amazing, thank you for bringing me here," she said, squeezing his hand affectionately.

Sirius grinned, feeling a sense of fulfillment in making her happy. "Anytime, love. Maybe we can make this a tradition."

When the film was over, she led him out of the theater, still holding his hand. He had thrown their trash away, as she led them towards the lavatory.

"I'll be quick," she disappeared behind the door

Sirius leaned against the wall, patiently waiting for her outside the lavatory. His eyes followed her as she emerged, taking in the sight of her refreshed appearance, with her hands behind her back, holding her blue heart shaped purse. Her lips, pink and shiny again. The soft lighting in the corridor accentuated the glow on her face, and he couldn't help but smile at the pink tint on her lips.

"Ready?"

She nodded.

He placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the cinema. She immediately began to talk about the movie. Her heels clicked against the ground at a steady pace, her charm bracelet jingling as she spoke with her hands. A habit that she picked up from Jackie just recently.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked after they had walked for twenty minutes

"Just wait and see."

She frowned.

Another thing about Gwen. She hated surprises, only because she didn't like to wait. She seemed to lose patience when it came to it.

"Don't pout or I won't take you."

She narrowed her eyes at him, lifting her chin in the air.

He chuckled, his hand reaching for hers, "awe come on darling. Don't be like that."

"I have no clue as to what you are referring to."

Sirius rolled his eyes.

In truth, he was bringing her to the record store that he had visited as it had just opened up. He was eager to share this place with her, hoping she would appreciate the charm of the newly opened establishment. The soft glow of the street lamps created a cozy atmosphere as they arrived at the entrance.

"Pretty witches shouldn't tell lies," he flicked her forehead, watching as she just continued to pout.

As they approached the record store, Sirius couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Gwen eyed the store with curiosity, her impatience momentarily forgotten in the face of the unknown. Sirius pushed open the door, and a bell jingled softly, announcing their arrival. The warm air inside enveloped them, carrying the scent of vintage records.

She cast him a questioning glance, her eyes reflecting a mix of intrigue and uncertainty. Sirius, with a mischievous grin, guided her further into the store. Rows of vinyl records lined the shelves, each cover a piece of art in itself.

"Welcome to my newest favorite places," Sirius announced, gesturing grandly at the store.

Gwen's eyes lit up as she took in the surroundings. "A record store? Really?"

He nodded, pleased with her reaction. "Yep. And I thought we could pick out a few records to listen to together. They have listening booths in the back."

Her impatience seemed to fade away, replaced by genuine enthusiasm. "That sounds like a lot of fun!"

Sirius led her through the aisles, their fingers brushing against the covers of various albums. He shared snippets of stories about some of his favorite artists and albums, his passion for music evident in his animated explanations.

As she approached, hands concealed behind her back, Sirius arched an eyebrow playfully. "What do you have?"

She blushed at the compliment, a shy smile playing on her lips. "You have to close your eyes."

Her soft warm hands took a hold of his hands, she placed a thin record in his hands. "Open."

"The Platters…Only You."

"It was my Father's song to my Mother," she stared up at him. "It's beautiful."

"We will listen to it first," he took her hand.

Reaching the back of the store, they entered a cozy section with small listening booths. Sirius selected a couple of albums, offering her the choice to pick one as well. They settled into a booth, the rich sound of vinyl filling the air as the needle found its groove.

The soulful melody of "Only You" by The Platters filled the small listening booth, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Sirius closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the music to seep into his senses. The choice of the song, with its sentimental significance, made the moment even more special.

Gwen's head nestled on his shoulder, her presence adding to the warmth and intimacy of the space. The gentle crackling of the vinyl, the haunting vocals, and the timeless lyrics created a backdrop that felt like it belonged to just the two of them.

Sirius's fingers found hers, intertwining in a tender gesture as they listened to the song that once held sentimental value for Gwen's parents. The simplicity of the moment, the shared silence, and the beautiful music spoke volumes, creating a connection that surpassed words.

He stole glances at her, captivated by the way her features softened, her eyes closed, lost in the melody. The record spun, marking the passage of time, yet in that little booth, it felt like the world outside had ceased to exist.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Sirius pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "Thank you for sharing this with me," he whispered.

Gwen looked up at him, a twinkle in her eyes. "Thank you for making tonight so special."

The vinyl continued to spin, the music transforming the simple booth into a sanctuary of shared memories. And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of timeless songs, Sirius and Gwen stared at one another. Neither one realized the subtle shift that was taking place.

It was dark when they left the record store. In comfortable silence, they walked hand in hand with one another. Their boots clicked against the ground as they walked, seeming to be the only ones outside. A drop fell, followed by another, then another, and another. After a whole day of dark clouds, it had finally begun to rain. They were caught out in a deluge, but that didn't hasten them to rush home, no if anything it invited them to step onto the street. Smiling and laughing.

The rain intensified, creating a rhythmic percussion as it tapped against the pavement and danced on the leaves of the trees. Sirius and Gwen, undeterred by the sudden downpour, reveled in the spontaneity of the moment. The city around them transformed under the glow of streetlights, reflecting in the wet pavement.

As the raindrops fell, Sirius and Gwen spun around, their laughter echoing in the empty streets. Hand in hand, they twirled with the carefree abandon of two souls lost in the magic of the night. The music of the rain intertwined with their laughter, creating a symphony of joy and spontaneity.

Gwen's hair clung to her face, and raindrops glistened on Sirius's dark locks, but neither of them cared. The world seemed to pause as they danced in the rain, the cityscape their silent audience. Every spin and twirl created a fleeting memory, a snapshot of a night that would be etched in their hearts.

Sirius pulled her closer, their faces inches apart as they continued to dance. Raindrops kissed their skin, and the laughter shared between them became the soundtrack to this impromptu dance in the rain. The connection between them deepened with every step, the shared experience creating a bond that transcended the ordinary.

As they finally slowed to a stop, still holding each other close, they shared a look filled with unspoken understanding. She felt cold and warm, her eyes searching his as her heart ached, her eyes flickering from his to his lips.

"Sirius," she whimpered, breathlessly.

He leaned forward, catching her in a kiss. Not a sweet gentle kiss like the one they had before. Sirius pressed his lips against hers, as though he wanted to imprint them on her own. She let out a surprised yelp that vibrated against his lips, he devoured the soft sighs and pleased hums she made.

Her lips parted, taking advantage of her warmth, he slid his tongue into the wet warmth of her mouth and nearly growled in appreciation when she pushed her own tongue forward to gently touch his. She tasted of cherry coca-cola and home.

The rain-soaked kiss felt like a scene lifted from the very romance novels that Gwen had read with avid fascination. It was a collision of passion and reality, a moment that seemed too perfect to be anything but fiction. The palpable chemistry between her and Sirius, the taste of rain, and the intensity of the embrace all mirrored the pages of those novels she had only dreamed about.

Gwen couldn't help but marvel at the way reality had surpassed the fantasies she had read about. The kiss was not just a momentary escape into fiction; it was a tangible, electrifying connection that left her breathless. Sirius's lips on hers felt like a culmination of the dreams spun by those female writers, and yet, it was uniquely their own.

"I adore you," he whispered huskily against her lips.

Raindrops were caught in her black eyelashes, her blue eyes staring at him as she panted heavily. Her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Her lipgloss smeared.

"I adore you with my entire being," he reiterated, his thumb wiping away the evidence of his feelings for her.

Gwen's breath hitched as she looked into Sirius's intense gaze, rain-soaked and breathless. His words hung in the air, laden with passion and sincerity, making her heart race even faster. The rain continued to fall around them, adding a layer of intimacy to the moment.

With a gentle touch, Sirius shed his leather jacket, and Gwen couldn't help but marvel at the tenderness in his actions. As he helped her into the jacket, she felt the warmth of his embrace, the leather cool against her skin. The jacket enveloped her, carrying the scent of rain and Sirius, creating a cocoon of shared warmth.

"Sirius..." she began, her voice a soft whisper.

He silenced her with another lingering kiss, the taste of rain and desire mingling on their lips. As they pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

"I adore you too," Gwen confessed, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and passion. The raindrops continued to play a gentle melody around them, a natural symphony accompanying the raw emotions shared in that quiet moment.

"I already know what you're going to say," her voice broke. As she spoke, tears spilled down her cheeks, and Sirius couldn't bear to see her in such distress. He gently cupped her face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears as if trying to erase the sorrow etched on her features. She could sense the internal struggle in those liquid silver eyes that had captivated her.

"Darling," he began, his voice tinged with both desperation and sorrow. "We can't... I can't risk losing you. You must understand, I would rather die than hurt you. My mother is trying to force me into serving that dark wizard, and I won't let him get his hands on you. I won't put you in danger, not when a war is on the horizon."

Gwen's heart sank at his words, the weight of the impending conflict casting a shadow over their budding connection. She felt a mix of frustration and helplessness, unable to change the circumstances that threatened to pull them apart.

"What am I supposed to do?" she pleaded, searching his eyes for a solution. Her fists gripping the fabric of his shirt, she banged on his chest, half heartedly. "I feel deeply for you." Sirius's eyes held a mixture of love, regret, and an undeniable pain as Gwen poured out her feelings. Her vulnerability struck a chord within him.

Sirius fell silent for a moment, his internal struggle evident. "I want you to live your life," he finally said, his voice heavy with resignation. "Live as though nothing is holding you back—neither our feelings nor our potential. But, I can't let you get entangled in the dangers that lie ahead."

She shook her head vehemently, frustration and confusion etched on her face. "You're acting like an idiot now. A proper tosser, for kissing me like that and then telling me to forget it."

"I lose all sense of control around you," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "How am I supposed to stand strong when I can't even help myself? You looked at me with adoration, and I couldn't resist kissing you."

Sirius's admission hung heavy in the damp night air, and Gwen could feel the sincerity in his words. His wince and the regret etched across his face spoke of a conflict within him, torn between his deep emotions for her and the harsh reality of the dangerous path ahead.

Gwen's heart ached with a mixture of understanding and frustration. She knew the dangers that loomed on the horizon, the impending war threatening to rip apart the fabric of their lives. The conflicting desires, the pull of love, and the need for protection created a storm of emotions within them.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he continued, his gaze never leaving hers. "But I can't bear the thought of putting you in harm's way. You deserve better than what is to come."

Gwen took a deep breath, the raindrops mixing with the tears on her cheeks. She reached for his hands, intertwining her fingers with his.

"Sirius," she said softly, "I understand the risks, and I appreciate your concer—"

Sirius shook his head, "I made a vow that I would protect you from everyone, from the families, from that damn supremist, from my family, and from me–if need be."

Gwen's emotions churned as she grappled with the conflicting desires in her heart and Sirius's protective stance. The rain continued to fall, a poignant backdrop to the tumultuous emotions that swirled between them.

A heavy silence settled between them, punctuated only by the persistent patter of raindrops around them. Gwen could feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air, and a resigned understanding dawned upon her. As much as she wanted to continue the argument, she sensed the futility in trying to change Sirius's stubborn resolve. Her gaze held a mixture of acceptance and sadness.

"Sirius," she said gently, "I know you're trying to protect me, and I appreciate that. But we can't change who we are or how we feel…."

His eyes mirrored her sense of resignation, and he nodded silently. The rain continued to fall, wrapping them in a cocoon of solitude as they grappled with the reality of their situation.

Sirius's whispered words hung in the damp air, each syllable a heavy admission of the difficult path they were choosing. As he spoke against her forehead, his breath mingling with the cool night air, Gwen felt a mix of sorrow and understanding settle within her.

"We will date others. We will remain as we always have, as though we are intimate friends. We can't get close to one another," Sirius voiced the painful reality that loomed over them.

Gwen closed her eyes, absorbing the weight of his words. The ache in her chest mirrored the tumult of emotions in the night. The raindrops continued their gentle descent, a melancholic accompaniment to the difficult decisions that were unfolding.

"I know," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the soft sound of rain. "But remember, Sirius, no matter where we are or who we're with, I will always belong to you."

Sirius's chuckle held a mixture of bitterness and longing, a reflection of the complicated emotions swirling within him. His voice, tight with restraint, cut through the soft sound of rain as he responded, "You will always belong to me."

The words hung heavy in the air, a testament to the deep connection they shared. Despite the pain and the looming separation, there was an unspoken understanding that their hearts would remain entwined, no matter the paths they chose.

He leaned forward, hesitation evident in the way he approached her. The kiss that followed was sorrowful and lingering, a bittersweet union of lips that spoke of both love and farewell. The raindrops continued their descent, bearing witness to the tender moment that unfolded between them.

As their lips parted, a silence settled, broken only by the rhythmic melody of raindrops. Sirius's eyes bore into hers, a mixture of sadness and love reflected in the depths of his gaze. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to pause, allowing them to savor the painful beauty of their connection before the inevitable separation.

Sirius's concern for Gwen shone through his words as he gently pushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear. "Pretty witches shouldn't frown," he teased, attempting to lighten the somber mood.

Gwen snorted in response, a mix of amusement and stubbornness. "Pretty witches shouldn't be out in the rain attempting to catch her death."

"Then allow me to get you home, where it's safe and warm," Sirius insisted, his protective instinct kicking in.

She bit back her words, the truth hanging unspoken between them. Even though they stood in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone, there was an undeniable warmth in the shared moments. The comfort of his touch, the gentle teasing, and the unspoken connection made the cold rain seem inconsequential.

In the silence that followed, Gwen nodded, allowing Sirius to lead her away from the rainy streets. Her small hand in his as he led her into the darkness of night.