Of Squibs and Witches Chapter 30:

'You wanted to see me, grandfather?'

'Yes, just wait while I change out of this skirt and wig, Lizzie.', her grandfather replied from behind a dark Chinese folding screen.

'Had a fun club night?', she inquired. Her grandfather ran a drag-show, at the club he managed and owned, that turned adult after 6 pm.

'Yes, got some new regulars, and three of the staff members got elevated. Nothing you can see I'm afraid.'

'But that's not what you wanted to see me about, is it?'

'You really are stubborn. I told you to wait.' Her grandfather came out dressed in a dapper suit. 'Now, are you prepared to listen to what I've got to tell you, or will you just bolt out the door?'

'I'm always ready to listen to you, grandfather.'

'You remember how I protested against you being moved to a new school?'

'Yes, you didn't like that I would be so far away from you.'

'Yes, and when I demanded to know where the school was, your parents wouldn't tell me. Not even the name of it.'

'I remember you persisting and persisting until you'd worked up quite the temper, and dad had no other choice but to tell you what was really going on so that you would calm down.'

'Do you remember how I insisted on escorting you to the station you were leaving from?'

'Yes, you insisted until the Ministry people gave in.'

'Do you know why?'

'I figured you just wanted to see me safely onboard.'

'That too, but the truth is I was reminiscing.'

'Reminiscing?'

'Well, a kind of reminiscing. I never went to Durmstrang, the Magical School nearest us, I think. But I saw my sisters and brothers go.'

'Grandpa, what are you talking about?'

'I've never had magical powers, but I was born into a magical family.'

'You were a squib?'

'What happened to them?'

'Who?'

'Your family.'

'Nothing happened to them; they're still alive. At least, I think so.'

'You think so?'

'I haven't spoken to them since I was 17.', her grandfather said darkly.

'Grandfather? Did you have a big argument …?'

'Obviously, times have changed, but back in my youth and childhood, being a squib, or worse, having a squib in the family was considered the height of embarrassment.'

Elizaveta was a smart girl, top of her class and everything, but sometimes, there were concepts she struggled with, and therefore couldn't come up with a conclusion that was somehow tied to that.

'Lizzie,', her grandfather said gently, 'they threw me out and disinherited me when I turned 17.'

Author's notes:

The reason for making Elizavetas grandfather a squib is because I wanted her to have a magical connection beyond that which she already has, as she's a witch and a werewolf, and without introducing secret magical relations. You know, that either of her parents, or both, are sorcerers themselves.

As for her grandfather doing drag, well, I might give a better explanation of that later.

In the next chapter:

Clearing her head for all thoughts and feelings, and knowing her mom did the same, Irina then put her hands on the crystal ball, letting the impressions which flowed out at contact to wash over her.

She would later think how this was different from the other times she got a vision, but right now, she just enjoyed the viewings.

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