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Veela were blessed — or cursed, depending on who you ask — with the power to control fire. In fact, it was said that an angry, full-blooded Veela's attacks resembled dancing flames that could never be put out by anything but the strongest Aguamenti.
As a quarter-Veela, Fleur and her sister were unable to call upon the flames that their ancestors effortlessly wielded, but they had the unfortunate side effect of feeling numb when under water—
—which was why all thoughts of going to Adrianna's birthday party went down the drain when she saw one of the daughters of her father's business friends push little Gabrielle into the six-foot-deep section of the pool.
Six-year-old Gabrielle who had yet to learn how to swim.
Her mind was silently screaming as she dropped the glass in her hand out of shock, body moving forward to break out into a run. People were shocked when the glass shattered into tiny, sparkling pieces, yet no one, no one else, noticed how Gabrielle fell into the merciless, dimly lit pool. All around her, the upbeat music blared and people laughed at their small talk, and that girl in the light blue dress stared at her sister with such joy in her eyes—
Fleur's head was pounding.
Everything felt so blurry to her, her vision tunneling into the form of her struggling sister who couldn't seem to break free from the water that was pulling her down into the bottom of a grave. Her tight, vintage gown would have complained about the treatment it was getting, but all Fleur wanted was her sister to be safe as she dove into the pool.
The cold water was unforgiving, clinging tightly to Fleur in an attempt to drag her into its depths, but Fleur was stronger than that. Ignoring how her chest felt tight and how her lungs seemed incapable of retaining enough air for her, she swam faster and faster until she was able to hook her arms around her sister. She kicked against the water and pulled her sister up.
Both Delacours burst out of the pool with relieved gasps. Gabrielle started to cry, finally, finally earning the attention of those near the pool ledge. Somebody screamed, and there was a flurry of activity to get both blondes out of the water. Her parents reached them after a while, hurriedly sitting them both down, conjuring towels to place around their shoulders. Much more concern was directed towards the shivering Gabrielle, whose tears wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.
Apolline Delacour was rubbing Fleur's shoulders in comfort, murmuring that she was so proud of her daughter, and that she was grateful that they were both safe, and was Fleur okay, she was shivering, too?
But Fleur was not cold at all. She was shaking in anger that someone had dared to hurt what was hers.
Behind the two rows of people crowding her to figure out what had happened to the Delacour girls, Cosette Verne had a little smirk on her red painted lips. She was the daughter of a man who made smart investments, and it kept him important enough to be invited to Alexandre Delacour's dinner party.
Fleur genuinely liked Henri Verne. He had a lot of wisdom to impart on economics and business, and he made the wittiest jokes. It was just unfortunate that his wife, Liana, and the result of their marriage, Cosette, were some of the most frustrating people she had ever met.
She only ever found Cosette annoying, but today, she wanted to hurt her, wanted for her to scream.
"Fleur?" her mother asked, but Fleur was already standing up and shrugging the towel off. Gasps arose from the crowd as red fire erupted from her hands.
Apolline herself held a hand to her mouth in shock as she could do nothing but stare as her daughter marched over to the Verne heiress and gave the latter a solid punch to the face because how was her daughter able to access the power she herself didn't have?
Cosette was crying, cheek mildly scorched by the red flames that danced around Fleur's hands. Someone had levitated her daughter off of the screaming girl, spells were being thrown in the chaos, and in the middle stood the thirteen-year-old Veela who finally felt a sense of justice.
Delacour heiress unlocks long-lost Veela powers, but at what cost? Verne family distraught from their heiress' injuries!
By: Louis Fornier
Two days ago, the Delacour family hosted a gathering for Duc Alexandre Delacour's closest associates, one of which is Marquis Henri Verne, who had recently published his paper on the importance of a Muggle perspective in finance. Reports say that the party was in full swing until one of the Delacour siblings, Lady Gabrielle, was said to have fallen into the pool. Brave Lady Fleur rescued her sister, but moments later, physically attacked Lady Cosette Verne with a minor variation of the fireballs that Veelas are widely known for producing.
The Delacours released a statement insisting that their daughter had done it in defense of the youngest lady. Lady Fleur had provided memories for viewing to prove that she had seen Lady Cosette intentionally cause harm to Lady Gabrielle by pushing her into the pool. The Verne family have been unable to give a statement, insisting on tending to the injuries of Lady Cosette. Yet, sources say Marquis Verne has no plans of pressing charges.
It is also interesting to note that with the dwindling population of full Veelas, many have come to the belief that their famed fireballs would be lost to history. Studies on Veelas have proven that those with mixed blood (i.e. half-Veelas, quarter-Veelas) are unable to channel this part of their bloodline. Yet, Lady Fleur has shown otherwise, perhaps symbolizing the start of change in this coming generation.
For more information on Veela, go to page 3.
For details on Marquis Verne's paper, go to page 4.
Gabrielle knew her older sister loved her. After all, that was why she had braved the pool to rescue her. It was very terrifying to be under the water and powerless to help herself, so she was grateful her parents placed her in a beginner's swimming class the very next week.
Her sister had not been punished for punching the Verne girl. Gabrielle would have complained if she had been, but their father had sat them down to tell them that, while he would have preferred the altercation to be private, Fleur had done nothing wrong. It was for the protection of the family, and in his eyes, her actions were just.
He was, however, unaware of how to assist Fleur now that she had unlocked a part of their heritage, which meant having to contact their elusive grandmother, Valerie Baudelaire. They had last seen her at Gabrielle's third birthday party, so her memories of the woman were blurry and vague.
After reassuring them once again that he would sort it out with the Vernes, their father sent them off to bed.
Gabrielle trotted behind her silent sister. Fleur was no longer seething in anger, but Gabrielle could tell that something was bothering her, what with the way her jaw kept clenching as they walked.
"Fleur?" Gabrielle tugged lightly on the sleeve of her sister's nightgown.
"Hm?" Her sister was still absentmindedly looking at the space in front of her as she walked.
"Thank you for being there and saving me."
That caused Fleur to pause and look at her sister with softened eyes. She gently held Gabrielle's face in her hands. "Gabi, you are the most important person in the world to me. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then, can we talk about it? The fire?" Gabrielle asked shyly, regretting immediately that she had opened her mouth to ask as she saw Fleur close up again. The warmth that once enclosed her cheeks disappeared.
"No. I— even if Papa says it was right, I still— the damage I caused—" Fleur seemed to struggle to speak before she took a deep breath, forcing a small smile to appear on her face. "Let's go to sleep. We have another long day tomorrow."
Gabrielle nodded meekly, but she could not forget how comforting the scorching red fire was, nor how Fleur had seemed at peace as the flames danced around her.
Fleur was still despondent weeks after the almost-drowning, even after she had been whisked away by Apolline to give her a basic rundown of what exactly it meant to possess the powers of a Veela. The same talk would have been given to Gabrielle, ideally when their Grandmother Valerie was found, but Alexandre and Apolline felt it was too early to discuss this with her. As such, Gabrielle was left out of the history lessons her mother was giving her sister — for now, at least.
Still, every time she saw Fleur, her sister just seemed absent, as if her mind was somewhere Gabrielle could never reach.
In hindsight, she should have been the one more affected by the incident. After all, it was she who had almost drowned. Yet, through the swimming lessons she was being given by Mademoiselle Genevieve, she felt much better about entering the water, and more confident that should another similar incident occur, she would know what to do.
What she didn't know was how to help her sister, who still seemed very shaken. Of course, Fleur would always ask how Gabrielle was doing, if she was okay, and how her lessons were going, but after getting reassured that yes, Gabrielle was fine, and yes, she had learned to float just the other day, Fleur would retreat into her mind.
Apolline said this was okay. Alexandre said it was a normal reaction.
Yet, Gabrielle wondered if maybe her sister just needed to talk to someone — someone who wasn't their parents, someone old enough to understand…
Gabrielle's eyes locked onto the two-way mirror that Fleur had ordered for her friend, Adrianna's birthday. It was still neatly wrapped in silvery packaging, and fastened tightly by a navy blue ribbon.
An idea emerged.
Adrianna recognized the slate gray cat owl that was currently feasting on an extra plate of bacon, a package and rolled parchment attached to one of its feet. She carefully unwrapped the items, giving the owl a little scratch on the head before she unfurled the parchment.
Hi, Adrianna,
This is Gabrielle Delacour. Fleur was going to give this to you for your birthday.
I hope it works. She'll really like it if you say hello.
Gabrielle
Adrianna wondered what the present would contain, and why it wasn't Fleur herself reaching out to her. She wouldn't lie and say she wasn't feeling a bit bad about the whole situation. After all, Fleur hadn't told her anything, not why she missed the party, or not why she hadn't been replying to the letters Adrianna had sent.
She had been worried at first, but if Gabrielle was sending her letters, surely, Fleur could have done so, too?
She hesitated for a moment, but Fleur's cat owl, Eclair, gently nudged her cheek with his head, silently encouraging her. She petted the owl once more before tugging on the ribbon to let it come loose, carefully unwrapping the paper to reveal a thin, two-way mirror. Adrianna let out a small, appreciative 'ooh', knowing that such a product likely would've cost hundreds of thousands of Galleons.
Attached to the mirror was a little cat-themed note written under the assumption of Fleur's attendance: 'Happy birthday, Adrianna! It was a pleasure finally meeting you in person today. I've never conversed with another girl for this long, so I'm happy that you've become my first real friend. I hope this mirror helps us talk even more, without having to wait for the next letter to arrive.'
Adrianna traced over the smooth edges of the mirror and in a show of bravery, said, "Fleur Delacour."
The mirror revealed a beautiful girl with silvery-blonde hair and dark blue eyes, though her eyes were currently swollen from crying. Her background revealed a very stylish room, with what seemed to have velvet curtains and silk bed sheets.
"A-Adrianna? How— I never sent you your present?"
"I received it this morning…" Adrianna said, free hand finding its way to the mirror's wrappings. "Gabrielle sent it over."
Fleur scowled. "That girl, I swear—"
"Are you okay, Fleur?"
The question caused the older girl to still before tears began pooling into her eyes again. Adrianna chose not to comment when the girl resumed her crying, instead, opting to continue the Transfiguration reading that Remus had assigned her. She was almost done reading up on the theory surrounding Switching Spells when Fleur spoke again, "I willingly hurt someone."
Adrianna, having been Mafia raised and whose daily life involved hearing random explosions and gunshots, wasn't surprised by the idea. "What did that person do?"
"She… she pushed Gabi into the water. Gabi can't swim yet. I got mad," Fleur admitted, "but even when her father was apologetic, her mother is threatening to cause a fuss about it. I feel… that I've affected my family's political standing."
"But she hurt your younger sister," Adrianna said, shuffling around to reach for the barbeque-flavored potato chips that Fran had bought for her. "I say she deserves it, and you said so yourself — her father doesn't blame you. How does your family feel about it?"
"Papa and Mama do not blame me," Fleur said, "but it still feels as if I should have done better."
"Hey," Adrianna said sternly, causing the miserable Fleur to look up at her. The older girl was stunned to see specks of orange in Adrianna's eyes, "it was for your family, and you didn't do permanent damage. I'd say you did well. You did a great job defending your sister, so don't blame yourself for too long, okay?"
Fleur could only nod, but she wouldn't deny that hearing such words from someone who wasn't even family made her feel better. "I'm sorry I couldn't go to your birthday. Gabi's… accident occurred just a few days prior—"
"Fleur, it's okay," Adrianna smiled, feeling lighter now that she knew the real reason behind her friend's disappearance. "I'm happy she's safe. Besides, I still got my cool present."
Fleur smiled back. "Now we won't have to keep sending letters. I'd say this is easier."
"Much," Adrianna agreed, as the girls began to catch up.
Adrianna had been having breakfast in the garden with Fran when a barn owl swooped in, gracefully dropping a letter in her lap, before situating itself on a branch in a nearby tree, its large eyes staring intently at her. Curiously, she examined the letter, thumb brushing over the Hogwarts wax seal before opening the letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards
Dear Ms. Vongola,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
At the back of the letter was another sheet of parchment indicating the materials and uniforms they had to buy, which included plain robes, the course books for the year, and most importantly, a wand, among other things. Pets were also encouraged to be brought, though broomsticks for first years were discouraged.
Fran, who hovered over Adrianna to read the letters, nodded in approval. "They won't have any idea about your Potter heritage. If their book listed you down as a Vongola, then we have nothing more to worry about."
Adrianna nodded, frowning. "It says I can't bring Oreo, though?"
Fran shrugged. "Just bring him, anyways. Like they can stop you."
"True…" Adrianna agreed before penning her reply and sending it off with the owl.
It seemed the rest of the Officers were more excited for Adrianna, though, as upon receiving the news of her letter, and the various requirements, Lussuria immediately cheered and squealed. "I can't wait to tailor-fit your robes for you~ You'll let me do that, right? I know they can probably be fixed with a spell, but…"
"Of course, I will," Adrianna said, earning her a head pat from Lussuria.
Meanwhile, Levi and Bel were compiling a list of advice for her to keep in mind for her first year, as she would be living away from them for the first time. Their list began with how to take care of her things and how to network with others, until Remus came over and added more magical advice, such as how to charm her trunk to curse those who tried to open it without permission. On the other hand, Squalo and Fran were asked to contact Bianca Zabini to arrange a little outing with her son, Blaise.
Xanxus gave her more pats. "You'll be off soon."
Adrianna bit her lip worriedly. "I… Do you think I'll be okay?"
He blinked at her. "Why wouldn't you be?"
"I'll be gone for a really long time. I know I can still send you all letters," Adrianna kept her eyes trained on the ground, "but I'll miss you all."
"We'll expect weekly letters, and we'll also send you as many updates as we can," Xanxus reassured her. "If it makes you feel better, the frog trash will be depressed when you go."
"I'll be happy once she's gone," Fran said drily, but everyone knew he was lying by the way his left eyebrow twitched minutely.
Adrianna fiddled with her thumbs before asking, "You'll send me pictures?"
"As many as you want. Souvenirs from our trips, too."
"And you'll watch over my stuffed toys?"
"They'll have a guard rotation."
"What if I fail?"
"You got tutored by the werewolf, and you've been doing well in your lessons. It's impossible for you to fail, not unless you do it on purpose."
"What if people don't want to be friends with me?"
"Then find those who want to be."
"What if there are none?"
"There will be. Besides, are you forgetting about Bianca's kid?"
"Blaise?"
"Hn. He'll be shopping for supplies with you. You can see then if you're still willing to be friends with him."
"Okay… sorry for having so many questions," Adrianna said despondently, earning her a gentle poke on her forehead.
"You'll be away for ten months. It's normal to… worry," Xanxus said, "so just keep talking about it, and we'll tell you why you shouldn't be worried. Let it all out before you go."
She felt it was childish, but she felt her eyes become wet with unshed tears as she moved forward to hug Xanxus tightly.
"Besides, if you bottle everything up, you'll lose your shit. Take the shitty shark for example. When we were in fifth grade, did you know he—"
"VOI! YOU FUCKING BOSS, SHUT THE FUCK UP—
"There is no Harriet Lily Potter living here!" As much as she didn't want it to, the woman's shrill shriek echoed throughout the quiet neighborhood. It was, after all, five in the bloody morning.
On his end, Hagrid just looked perplexed and mildly concerned at how Petunia Dursley genuinely believed that Harriet had not been living with them for the past eleven years. Certainly, she had to be lying. Dumbledore said this was where little Harriet had been ever since they rescued her from the broken remains of her home.
"Codswallop," Hagrid shook his head, stepping forward to use his towering height to intimidate the already anxious woman. "This is abou' her letter. I suggest yeh lemme in. Now."
"I think not," Petunia huffed in a sudden show of bravery, crossing her arms and doing her best impression of looking down on him despite the height difference. "You need to leave."
"Professor Dumbledore is expectin' a reply from little Harriet," Hagrid frowned. "If he don' hear from her—"
"I haven't seen that girl at all!" Petunia clenched her teeth in annoyance.
Hagrid wasn't the smartest individual, but even he could tell that there was no lie in Petunia's voice or demeanor. "But, but, how? We left her here with yeh all those years ago…"
Petunia's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know what kind of tricks you freaks are trying to pull, but there has never been a freak like that in this perfectly normal neighborhood! No normal person would ever leave a mere baby all alone without a note!"
Hagrid's mouth dropped open, and he remained frozen in place even as Petunia finally got tired of his presence and hurriedly slammed the door shut. He could hear her frantically locking the door and, despite her skinny frame, moving furniture towards the door in an attempt to prevent him from barging inside if he so wished.
If Petunia Dursley did not know where Harriet Potter was, then where was the little girl? He knew for a fact that Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall had left her on the doorstep with a warming charm, a letter to Petunia Dursley tucked inside the cloth that protected the child from the chilly evening air.
How could she not know?
Where else could the little girl be?
As if on autopilot, he turned around and opened his umbrella, prepared to summon the motorbike he had acquired from Sirius Black, but he soon found himself frozen in place, little cuts tearing through his thick coat and piercing his skin.
He quickly scanned the area for Death Eaters, or for strange sightings that might give a hint to a Disillusioned person, but nothing could be found. That is, until he heard a whisper from behind him.
"Shishishi, seems Mammy was right to ask the prince to keep watch today."
Thwack.
Hagrid slipped into the darkness.
"The giant's passed out in the basement," Levi said, cracking his knuckles. "Had a fun time with that."
"Shishi, the prince supposes even you can be of worth sometimes," Bel shrugged.
Levi rolled his eyes, before continuing, "This is what we know: Boss found Adi on the doorstep of her aunt's place because Dumbledore and his right-hand woman left her there, intent on having her housed by her relatives. No one's checked in on her for the past few years, aside from a woman named Arabella Figg who lives a few houses down. She's a spy for Dumbledore, and has brought up the fact that she hadn't seen Adi at all, but Dumbledore's convinced she's fine, which is a win for us.
The giant was sent there to collect Adi, to give her a Hogwarts letter in person, and to convince her that Dumbledore had been doing the right thing. He was meant to introduce her to the magical world and serve as her first influence."
Squalo huffed, sharpening the blade that acted as his makeshift arm. "He deserves more than passing out."
Levi shrugged. "He could still be of use. Enough mental spells thrown at him can wear down his natural defenses, and then, we can have Lupin Imperius him. He'd be our mole."
"Wow, that's actually an impressive suggestion, Levi-senpai," Fran clapped his hands, not even reacting when Levi tossed a parabola towards him. The parabola pierced through his hat, causing him to sigh. He would have to ask Lussuria to fix it later.
"Tch, that's not a bad idea," Squalo said before raising his voice, "VOI! LUPIN! GET YOUR CANINE ASS OVER HERE!"
Moments later, a harried Remus Lupin entered the Varia's meeting room. "I was in the middle of brewing tea, Squalo…"
"VOI! Your tea can wait, mutt!" Squalo pointed at Levi. "He's got news you'd wanna hear."
Levi recounted the story to Remus, who absorbed everything calmly.
After years of living with the Varia, what little faith he still had, that Dumbledore would continue to be the kind man who had allowed a werewolf to receive a Hogwarts education, disappeared with each fact Levi threw at him.
He paled, realizing that not only did Levi's learnings confirm what the Varia already knew about Dumbledore years prior, but it also shed light on things he couldn't stomach.
For her first year at Hogwarts, Dumbledore had instructed Hagrid to ensure Harriet Potter was as Light as possible, and that her views of Gryffindor House and of Dumbledore himself would be as passionate and loyal as Hagrid's. The end result for the year would be Harriet taking an interest in Ronald Weasley because the Supreme Mugwump wanted her to be betrothed to him.
He hadn't even met the girl personally and he was already assuming he could sign away her freedom to a family who — Remus respected Arthur and Molly Weasley, truly, but — would be unable to support her financial needs, or even ensure she had the proper upbringing befitting her station.
"Shishi, what makes him think he can marry off our principessa?" Bel chuckled darkly. "The prince would like to see him bleed."
"VOI! Are those weasels guilty, too, or do you think they've been bribed, mutt?"
Remus grimaced. "It's hard to say. The Weasleys have been one of Dumbledore's most avid supporters, but I wouldn't put it past the Headmaster to make use of their financial situation."
"Tch," Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance. "So, what do you think would be best to do?"
Remus felt a little pressure when he felt the Varia Officers' eyes at him. After all, he wasn't even a Mafioso — he was just their little girl's tutor. Yet, he did have the most experience with Albus Percival Too-Many-Names Dumbledore, so he knew that at this moment, in this situation, his words carried weight.
"Let's use him as a spy," Remus offered, and he wondered what the version of him years ago would have thought of himself now. "He's loyal to Dumbledore, almost to a fault. He wouldn't be suspected of feeding us information."
"So you're offering to Imperius him?" Levi asked.
"Yes." His certainty should have scared him but Remus found that he really didn't mind.
"Good," Levi nodded in approval.
Remus inhaled deeply, as he steeled himself to cast a curse.
A few days later, 'I'm having an existential crisis' was the first thing Remus heard the moment he arrived at the roof. Adrianna had been fidgeting the whole day, so he had a feeling that she was getting anxious about starting at Hogwarts, about spending ten months of her life away from everything she knew. His werewolf led him to the rooftop, where she was curled up into one of the cold, metal seats, Oreo slumbering next to her.
"I'm… sorry? I'm going to need you to elaborate on that."
"I realize I'm probably too young to be saying it," Adrianna said, biting her lip in worry, "but everyone else here has achieved so much when they were my age."
"Oh?"
"I know I shouldn't be making comparisons, but at my age, everyone in the Varia had already been successful at something. All I've really done in a decade was exist."
"And this is a problem?"
"Is it a problem? I don't know why I'm making it seem like a big deal, but I just can't help but feel that I should have been able to do … something."
"Well," Remus started as he sat on the seat next to her, "at your age, James Potter had crashed ten of his mother's vases trying to practice on a broom."
At the mention of her biological father, Adrianna was curious to learn a bit more about the man. "Like… for Quidditch?"
Remus chuckled. "Yes. He was so determined to be a Chaser, but he was too lazy to just go outside. He reasoned that by practicing indoors, the narrow corridors and various obstacles would help him be more aware of his surroundings and help him fly better. His mother would tell you otherwise."
"And how was his — and your — first year at Hogwarts? Without the Sorting spoilers!"
"Hmmm, well, James was great at Transfiguration. He wasn't challenged by any of the lessons. He was certainly at the core of our friend group. He also had a knack for getting into so many detentions his mother didn't know what to do with him. He pulled a lot of pranks," Remus said, eyes slightly misting over as he reminisced about better times. "I was the bookworm, so at the time, I was trying to rein him in and get him to focus. Obviously, that failed.
Your first year might be a bit overwhelming at first. There's a lot of the castle to explore, and people to know, and you only ever get seven years there, so I'd say it's best to make the most out of your time in Hogwarts."
"Did you ever get homesick?"
"Loads," Remus admitted, "but your father and our… other friends certainly helped. Besides, you'll have Blaise with you. He's your friend, isn't he? You'll be alright."
Adrianna sighed deeply, gazing at the night sky and nodding.
"You're right."
A/N: Wondering how Fleur would struggle internally knowing that if she became Adi's Guardian, Gabrielle could no longer be her only priority… in this chapter, we had a bit of a focus on Fleur, a glimpse of Remus' integration into the Varia, Adi-Remus bonding, and almost the beginning of Adi's first year, which starts next chapter! Sped up the timeline a bit c:
I was supposed to add a scene where Adi goes shopping with Blaise for school supplies, but we'll be seeing that in the next chapter. Also, sorry about the late update - was supposed to post last month but I was pretty out of it because of my workload.
Looked through the reviews and here are some things I wanted to mention (I don't know if I've been super indecisive lately but at least in this moment, this is how I feel about the following):
[1] How Adi will interact with others in first year - she's not as violent as you'd expect as a Mafia-raised kid but definitely, she won't take any bullying lightly
[2] Pairings - I'm honestly still so indecisive but I mean she's still just a kid right now. She's more concerned with Oreo and Oreo's happiness…
[3] Adi's school - Though it would have been interesting for me to write about let's say Durmstrang, I feel like I don't have enough brain juice for that KSJDBFJKDSBF so sticking to Hogwarts for this one!
[4] When does Adi access her flames? You will find out . . .
[5] Crabbe and Goyle as Guardians - YOU KNOW NGL I've actually also never seen this at all. Will definitely consider developing their characters so they can be more than just Draco's stooges
[6] Adi's personality - Was it effed up by Dumbledore somehow / did he influence her learning curve? Who knows . .
Really, really, REALLY grateful for all the support, guys and gals! Do let me know how this (kind of filler?) chapter went, what you wanna see in her first year, etc etc
See you (HOPEFULLY THIS MONTH RAWR) soon!