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    What do I know?
    I'm a child
    just trying to talk like a mother does
    seeing life come and go all the time
    it's never as long as you wish it was

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    Dean Winchester x Auror x Alexa Dyer x Wandmaker
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    Sam Winchester x Auror x Aries Pope x Obliviator
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    David Lassiter x Obliviator x Caelie Morse x Magizoologist
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    Remus Lupin x Order Member x Rosie Thorne x Muggle Relations
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    Scott McCall x Gryffindor x Lora Rowland x Hufflepuff
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    Stiles Stilinski x Gryffindor x Nora Williams x Ravenclaw
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    Isaac Lahey x Gryffindor x Claribel "Claire" Graves x Ravenclaw
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    Derek Hale x Curse-breaker x Lydia Winifred x Wandmaker
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    Fred Weasley x Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes x Luvina Wynn x Barista
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    George Weasley x Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes x Frenchie Roberts x Healer
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    Draco Malfoy x Slytherin x Raylene Glenn x Hufflepuff
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    Namjoon Kim x Hufflepuff x Kate Trevor x Gryffindor
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    Harry Styles x Healer x Eloisa Lindgren x Muggle Relations
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    Louis Tomlinson x Auror x Isadora Green x Aurologist
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    Taeyhung Kim x Curse-breaker x Maya Blackwell x Aurologist
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    Yoongi Min x Slytherin x Nicole Evans x Slytherin
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    Luke Hemmings x Slytherin x Rosalind Holloway x Gryffindor
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    Calum Hood x Ravenclaw x Lexi Baker x Slytherin
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    Ashton Irwin x Hufflepuff x Amie Kline x Ravenclaw
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    June 23rd, 2019 at 10:06pm
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    Alexa made her way home after her work had ended; she’d gotten a few wands made that day - her favorite having been a wand made from black walnut wood with unicorn hair as its core, - but she’d started feeling a little off, so she’d braved the opportunity to ask to leave once she’d met her quota. She was careful during her walk, she knew how dangerous things were at this point, but she was eager to rush into the safety her home and Dean provided, the latter’s comfort being what she wanted the most in the moment. They’d been together since their Fourth Year at Hogwarts and, despite having several problems in their relationship during their school years thanks to a certain John Winchester, they’d come out the other end, strong and determined to last - and they had. As she entered the house, she closed and locked the door behind her, peering around. “I’m home,” she called out, curious to whether Dean was home yet or not - considering how busy he’d been lately, it wouldn’t surprise her at all if he was still out, but she was hopeful that he was home, just wanting to see him. Setting her bag down, full of her wandmaking tools, she used her wand to magically pull her hair back into a ponytail as she headed to the kitchen to work on lunch.

    Sam had arrived home not even ten minutes ago, having wanted to beat Aries home - though he also wanted to go meet her and bring her home himself to make sure that she was safe, but he knew that she likely wouldn’t be alright with that. He knew she hadn’t been feeling well lately, though, so he wanted to try to at least make sure that she wouldn’t have to worry about too much once she got home. Admittedly, he was worried about her - he worried about her often and he couldn’t deny that, ever; she was everything to him, he loved her more than he could say and he was grateful for her existence, for the fact that she’d agreed to be his all those years ago at Hogwarts. Grinning with the thought, he tried to focus, cooking her some soup in hopes that it would help the upset stomach she’d been having lately, wanting to do whatever he could to make things easier for her. She made him happy - happier than he ever would have been without her in his life, and he never let her forget it, especially since she came from a negligent family like his own, and he never wanted her to feel neglected with him around. He always wanted her to know how much she meant to him, how much he loved her, especially in times like these, because she deserved all the happiness in the world, and he intended to make sure that she got it.

    When Caelie began traveling the world to discover and study magical creatures, she’d never expected to actually move away from America after falling in love. And, yet, here she was, with no intent to return to America and every intent to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved with all her heart, David Lassiter. She was still in shock that somebody like David had chosen her - she wasn’t the most collected person, often forgetful and distracted, but David brought her the strongest sense of stability, and she was grateful that he’d wanted her as much as she wanted him. Chewing on her lip, the young woman carefully climbed onto a stool to search the top of one of their many bookcases - all littered with her magical creature books and his books on theories about obliviating - and pouted when she couldn’t find the book she was searching for - a book David himself had given her, because it hadn’t been a required text at Ilvermorny. “David,” she called, “Do you know where the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book is?” She’d barely gotten the last word out before she’d felt a slight wave of dizziness, causing her to grip to the top of the bookcase - it wasn’t the first time she’d experienced it lately, or the occasional bouts of nausea - and she had a suspicion of what it was, but she hadn’t brought it up with David yet.

    Remus sat at the table in the cottage he lived in with the most wonderful woman to exist in his life, Rosie Thorne. He’d known Rosie since she was a Seventh Year, when he’d been teaching at Hogwarts, and she’d held his heart from the moment he met her. The fact that they’d been together since they both departed from Hogwarts that same year was something fantastic to Remus, and Rosie was somebody that he wanted to hold onto forever, if she gave him the opportunity to do so, because she was the brightest sense of hope that Remus knew existed, that he had in his life, especially in the dark times they were dealing with presently. Knowing how important she was to him, though, also reminded him of how easily he could lose her, how easily she could become a target; he’d lost many friends, people who’d meant the world to him, who’d been family to him, and he was well aware of the gaping hole that loss left in a person - he himself was full of them, and he’d reminded Rosie of it quite often, worried that she deserved so much more, so much better than him, - and he knew that, if he lost Rosie, he wouldn’t be able to recover. Frowning gently with the thought, he stood from his spot at the table and went to search for the woman, smiling gently when he found her in their shared room, and he leaned against the doorframe as he watched her. “Busy, love?” he asked her gently, taking her in, amazed by her, always finding her to be the most pure form of perfection to exist.

    Luvinia yawned quietly into her hand, feeling a little more tired than usual - an odd experience when faced with the fact that she made a living of working with caffeine. Currently, she was at her job, waiting for her shift to come to an end so that she could go home, with the knowledge that Fred would show up at the shop before long to pick her up, anyway. Smiling with the thought of her fiance, the man who had captured her heart since the day he’d wandered into the coffee shop and spoken in such a strange, adorable manner, she leaned against the counter after serving the latest customer, though the shop hadn’t been all that busy today. She had managed to catch some people talking about ‘mudbloods’ and such earlier - in the past, she hadn’t known what that had meant, but the month prior, when Fred had proposed to her, he’d explained magic and the wizarding world, and she was able to understand more of the conversations that had been spoken since then. It was the first time she’d heard ‘mudblood’ being spoken in the shop, though, so she made a mental note to bring it up with Fred, just in case it was something to worry about, but things had otherwise been calm, and the shop was already emptying, just a few stray people coming and going.

    George busied himself with closing the shop with his brother before he pocketed the keys and grinned over to Fred. “Alright, I’m off,” he mentioned, holding his hand up to his brother, intending to go meet Frenchie at her work, just to make sure that she was safe. “Don’t wait up.” The sooner he could get to Frenchie, the sooner his heart would feel whole again, and he knew the moment he saw her, his anxieties - the anxieties he felt throughout the day, every day, - would dissipate, at least until they had to part ways for work the next day again. He’d known Frenchie his whole life, really, and she meant everything to him, she always had - and that was proven by the fact that he’d asked her to marry him, and he had every intention to make her the happiest woman in the world, no matter what it took. With a wave to his brother, George apparated away, appearing in front of Frenchie’s workplace and, grinning to himself, he tried to ignore the worries he felt with the possibility of something having happened; it was a feeling that often plagued him, but he had the highest faith in Frenchie, more than certain and aware that the love of his life could fend for herself and take care of herself. Regardless, the anxiety still bubbled in his chest and, to ease it, he made his way inside, hoping to find her quickly so that they could go home and relax in each other’s arms.

    Eloisa had spent much of the day at St. Mungo’s, having gone there because she’d been suspicious of a few things she’d been experiencing lately - nausea, for one, especially when it came to just smelling food, and lightheadedness, and fatigue. She’d been suspicious of what it was, but she hadn’t wanted to bring it up to Harry yet; for the past year, ever since a pregnancy scare they’d had the year prior, they’d been trying for a pregnancy, and they’d had three pregnancy scares since that had come to nothing, so she hadn’t wanted to bring it up, only to get his hopes high and for them to both end up disappointed with a negative result. This time, though, they’d seemed to luck out - although not at the best time, considering everything that was happening - because the doctor had given her the confirmation of a positive pregnancy. The moment she’d gotten the news and had been released, she’d gone straight home to wait on Harry, pacing around the living room with excitement and nervousness, eager to reveal the news to the man who’d waited years for her, the man who made her happy, and she hoped that the news made him as happy as she was - that this made him as happy as he made her.

    Louis had just gotten off work and, with a slight smirk on his features, he made his way to Isadora’s, deciding that paying her a visit was certainly worth doing. While there wasn’t an established relationship between them, Louis had the tendency to gravitate more towards Isadora than he really cared to admit. They did have a sexual relationship, though, and Louis enjoyed spending time with her when he could - and it was why he was on his way to her home currently, because he had nothing else to distract him from spending time with her and, whether they engaged in anything sexual or not, he simply wanted to visit her. Of course, if things got intense, who was he to turn down such a thing? Grinning slightly with the thought, Louis ducked his head as he walked, mentally entertaining the idea, but aware that it didn’t always come to that - and he wouldn’t complain if it didn’t, he never did. He and Isadora were close friends, after all, and he knew that there were certain boundaries that were put in place on occasion when Isadora wasn’t in the mood for anything intense, and he respected those boundaries, because he respected her, even if he didn’t always seem like it. She was always an important part of his life, and he had no intention to ever let her think otherwise. When he arrived at her home, he made his way to the door and knocked, waiting patiently for an answer from her, hopeful that she was already home, though he didn’t mind waiting for her to arrive. Isadora was, quite possibly, the only person Louis had ever been patient for, because she meant that much to him, and he hoped she was aware of it.

    Maya climbed off Taehyung’s bed, having spent the day with him, since they’d both had the day off and, grinning over at him, she began to get dressed. “You should get up, love,” she chimed teasingly, winking over at him as she straightened her clothes once she was fully dressed before she climbed back onto the bed, just so that she could lean over and kiss him for a moment. “Can’t stay in bed all day, we’d be sitting ducks if something came up.” She made a face with the thought, aware that, while she was joking, it was actually quite possible in the world they lived in now, with all the troubles surrounding them. Shifting, she stood back up, stretching her arms out above her before she ran her fingers through her hair to try to detangle her hair a bit. In all honesty, she didn’t expect to be where she was with Taehyung now; they’d only been meant to have a one-night stand, one and done, and move on, but they’d falen hard and fast for each other after getting to know each other afterwards and, now, she didn’t want to give up what she had with the man who’d become her boyfriend since that first night. Grinning with the thought, she chewed on her lip as she peered over at him. “Are you hungry? I can fix something, if you want.”

    Derek entered the home he shared with Lydia, smiling to himself, looking forward to spending time with the woman he adored with everything in him. “Lydia,” he called out as he wandered further into the house, closing the door behind himself, “You home, love?” For as long as Derek had known Lydia, he’d loved her, and he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like now if she wasn’t by his side, if she wasn’t his. She made him determined to hold onto his morals, to everything that was good within him, and he couldn’t thank her enough for that, wondering if she was aware of the effect she’d had on him since the day they first met. Grinning with the thought, he peered around, his heart swelling at the sight of the home they shared, because the fact that they’d come this far was the most wonderful thing, because they’d done it together - they’d gotten through everything together and he had all the faith in the world that they would continue to do so, that they would always do so; even with everything going on around them know, he knew they would get through it, because they had each other, because he had her. He could hear movement coming from their bedroom, though, and his heart swelled as he made his way up towards the room. “How was work?” he called as he walked, “I imagine it could have gotten busy with the new school year about to start.”

    Rosalind sat on Luke’s bed, just taking solace in the fact that Luke’s scent filled the room, even in his absence. Luke and his family had gone to Diagon Alley already, but Rosalind couldn’t go along - as a muggleborn, it was too dangerous. All she could really do was wait for his family to return home, though she knew Luke would probably be staying at the Leaky Cauldron overnight, so she and Luke had said their goodbyes when he left today. While he’d only been gone for an hour or two by now, her entire being missed him already, and she knew that going the whole school year without seeing him as often as she was used to seeing him was going to be painful. She was lucky, though, that she had him, that he loved her, and that she could stay with his family when she didn’t have a family of her own, especially with all the dangers around them. Climbing off the bed, she went to grab one of the shirts Luke had left, changing from her shirt into it before she climbed back onto the bed. While she felt a little naseous, she curled up on the bed, pulling the shirt over her nose a bit to inhale Luke’s scent, her eyes closing as she attempted to get some rest.

    While Namjoon was aware that many of his peers were spending the last few days of the summer break at Diagon Alley, he was instead spending his time at home, with his girlfriend, Kate, his parents having gone to retrieve his supplies. They both knew that she couldn’t return to Hogwarts this year, being a Muggleborn, and while their relationship had only truly started over the summer, he was in no hurry to part from her, not even for a moment. Currently, they were in his room, and he held her close to him on his bed, his hands rubbing her back gently because he knew that she hadn’t been feeling well lately - another reason he didn’t really want to leave her. “How are you feeling, love?” he asked her gently, peering down at her, his hand reaching to run his fingers through her hair gently, just wanting whatever contact he could get with her, his expression softening as he watched her, wishing that he could just stay there with her, worried about what could happen to her while he was gone. “I’m going to hate leaving you.” The anxiety bubbling up in his chest, he squeezed her gently to his chest, burying his face into her hair, trying to use the scent of her shampoo, the feeling of her in his arms, to chase away his worries, to remind him that she was there, that she was safe, even if only for now. “I wish I could just abandon school this year, stay here with you, keep you safe.” And, he’d never wished for anything more, because she was his everything, and he knew he wouldn’t survive losing her.

    Raylene sat in the silent cottage, her fingers curling nervously in the fabric of her shirt. Draco had sent her here to keep her safe - since Muggleborns wouldn’t survive outside for long - but the silence and loneliness she felt when he didn’t pay one of his rare visits often left her at a loss for what to do, contemplating too much, worrying over him, over her friends. It didn’t help that she was becoming suspicious of her current health, because she’d had more than a few days worth of nausea lately, and dizziness on top of it. Lifting her hands to run her fingers through her hair nervously, she listened to the clock ticking away on the wall, the sound of it just reminding her of the time passing, and she couldn’t remember when the cottage wasn’t silent. Giving up on trying to calm down, the girl stood to her feet, making her way to her room instead, hoping that perhaps the silence of the cottage would lull her to sleep - she knew she needed it, too nauseous lately to get a good night’s sleep, and when she wasn’t nauseous, she was worried, and she hated it, just missing Draco, missing her friends, wishing she knew whether everybody was safe and alive.

    Calum and Lexi were at the Leaky Cauldron, the two having opted to share a room, and he brought in their things before peering over at her, offering a small smile while he took in the sight of the beauty, still amazed that she’d agreed to be his, that he had the most gorgeous being in the world as his girlfriend. “Alright, I think that’s everything,” he mentioned with a nod, looking around to their trunks, “Mum and Dad managed to get all of our supplies, too, so I think we’re all set.” And, it meant that they could relax for the rest of the day until they’d have to leave for the train the next day, and he was looking forward to just spending as much time with Lexi as he could, especially since they didn’t really have anything to distract them from each other - and he couldn’t help but to be grateful for the opportunity to just be with her as much as possible. “So, now that we’ve got everything we need, what do you want to do, love?” He looked over at her, wanting to leave the decision up to her, because all he wanted, all he really needed at all, was to be with her, spend time with her, enjoy her presence, relish in her existence - and he was looking forward to every moment of it, because he knew that, with the darkness in their world, they were lucky to have what they had, and he planned to cherish it, always.

    Lora peered around as she and Scott walked through Diagon Alley, though she stuck close to Scott, unable to ignore the nervousness that welled up in her. She wanted to say it was because of the occasional dizziness she’d felt throughout the day or even blame it on the nausea she’d felt that morning, but she knew that it was because they were all very aware of what was going on in the wizarding world. Chewing on her lip with the thought, she tried to breathe out, working through her concerns quietly. “Maybe we should head back to the Leaky Cauldron, Scott,” she mentioned quietly, peering up at him. They’d already gathered everything they needed for school, really, their arms full of the textbooks for the year, and they’d only really remained in Diagon Alley - in the Leaky Cauldron - because it would make it easier to leave the next morning rather than having to travel their from their homes again and risk the chance of missing the train. Still, as she watched Scott, she knew she was safe with him, that she always would be, and she loved him for it, for giving her that sense of belonging, of safety, and she couldn’t thank him enough for it, really.

    Stiles’s eyes wandered through Diagon Alley as he and Nora walked, his arm carefully but protectively around her as he held her at his side. “Think this year will be any good?” he asked Nora eventually, peering down at her, mostly wanting to make sure that she was okay, that she was comfortable. Diagon Alley was as busy as usual - surprising, considering everything, but Stiles wasn’t about to complain. It made it feel more like normal, like things weren’t as bad as they all knew they were. But, with that thought, he squeezed Nora a little closer to himself, chewing on his lip, trying to ignore the anxiety that built up in him with the thought, not wanting to show his concern to Nora. Instead, he nodded to one of the shops, trying to get his mind away from anything that might make his concern show. “How about we give that shop a look?” he suggested, offering a small grin, arching a brow, “I don’t think we’ve seen that one yet. There might be something worth getting in there.” But, really, he just wanted to stay near Nora, make sure she was safe and okay, because he adored her more than he could tell her, so he didn’t really care where they went or what they did, so long as he was with her.

    Claribel breathed out quietly as she and Isaac walked, her gaze taking in those they passed. She’d clasped Isaac’s hand tightly in her own, just wanting the contact between herself and her boyfriend, aware it grounded her better than anything else ever could - that he grounded her so easily, and she was grateful for it. With her strict family, it was easy for her to get lost in her own thoughts and anxieties, and she knew Isaac had his own issues with his father, all too aware of how awful his father was, and she knew that she and Isaac had always been able to rely on each other, in the best and worst of times - it was partly why they worked so well as a couple, because they trusted each other and could lean on each other when their problems caught up to them. In a time like this, she wanted to bring up her most current concern, her nausea and lightheadedness, and she wanted to voice her suspicions, worried that she might be pregnant, but she knew it wasn’t the right time or place to have a conversation like that, so she swallowed her words down and instead offered a small smile up at Isaac. “Think we can get something to eat?” she asked quietly.

    Yoongi sat in the Leaky Cauldron with Nicole, sitting close to her, guarding her in case anything happened. As Slytherins, he knew that many other students wouldn’t be happy to see them, considering everything that was happening, and he was determined to keep Nicole safe. While their parents had made an arrangement for them to marry, the arrangement having been made when they were both 13, Yoongi truly did love the girl, and they’d made their relationship official in more ways than one - and he had no intention of ever letting anybody cause harm to her, as long as he could help it. Shaking his head with the thought, he leaned back in his seat as he finished his meal, and he peered over at her, taking her in for a few long moments. “You doing alright, love?” he asked her gently, leaning over to brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear gently before he leaned to kiss her temple, having no qualms showing his soft side to the gorgeous girl who held his heart within the palms of her hands - he was sure she, of all people, knew every side of him better than anybody else could ever dream to, anyway. While the relationship had started out as an arrangement, he was grateful that they’d both fallen in love with each other, in the best ways, and he couldn’t thank Merlin enough for the fact that he had her in his life. “Eat as much as you want. The moment this place gets busy, we’ll probably have problems.” He frowned with the thought, examining her, but tried not to worry too much, certain that Nicole could hold her own any day.

    Amie was peering through a sweets shop with Ashton, trying to remind herself of why she loved being a witch so much, despite everything that was going on. She’d spent the summer with Ashton and his family, since her family had fled the country to hide, and she hadn’t wanted to leave, wanting to stay with Ashton, because he made her feel safe, and she didn’t want to just abandon him. “Ooh, is that a new flavor?” she asked, pointing towards one of the sweets before she peered up at him with a small grin. She’d opted to get something sweet because she’d gotten a little dizzy earlier and she figured maybe she needed a sugar boost, and she’d already picked out something, but she was waiting to see if Ashton wanted anything, really. Still, as she examined her boyfriend, she chewed happily on her lip, just glad that he was there, that despite the way the world was turning out, they had each other. “Maybe we should get something for your brother and your sister and your Mum?” She arched a brow in curiosity, wanting to find some way to thank his family for letting her stay with them. “As a thank you, maybe?”

    Michael wandered through Diagon Alley with Delilah, peering around, taking everything in, though he found his gaze drifting to Delilah more often than not, because she was the most amazing sight to him. Anybody who ever disagreed clearly didn’t have proper eyesight, in Michael’s opinion, but at least it meant that they wouldn’t go after Delilah, and that worked in his favor more. Considering how rocky their friendship had been over the past few years because of Michael’s ex, Michael was grateful that they were on better terms now, that they had something amazing between them, because he loved her - and, thinking that, he couldn’t help but to grin before he nudged her gently. “I’d suggest checking out the broomstick shop,” he mentioned quietly, aware there was always a new broomstick to examine and talk about, “But I’m not sure there’ll be anything new.” Or that Hogwarts would even be holding the Quidditch games this year, considering everything. Regardless, he tried not to think about it and instead threw his arm around Delilah, drawing her close to himself. “So, since that option is out, does anything catch your eye, love?” He arched a brow in curiosity, not caring where they went or what they did or what they looked at, so long as Delilah was right there beside him.
    June 27th, 2019 at 11:53pm
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    It had been a long day of work for Dean in the Ministry, but still, it had been worth it to keep his community safe - because it meant keeping Alexa safe. The team of highly skilled Aurors were finally onto a promising lead with a group of Death Eaters last seen a few villages away from Hogsmeade, and it meant that they wereo ne lead closer to catching the ones who wore the Dark Mark with a pride Dean couldn't understand - how could anyone be so evil and so proud of it? Frowning with the thought, Dean leaned back into his seat at the kitchen table, grateful that he was home and able to relax, but there was one important thing missing: Alexa. The woman Dean had loved endlessly since their Fourth year of school. Just the thought of her made Dean feel like a teenager again, because all he'd wanted was a future with her, and the fact that they were living out their dreams with one another made Dean's heart swell. Closing his copy of The Daily Prophet, Dean looked up as the front door opened and closed, and as Alexa called out to him, Dean exhaled happily, standing to his feet. "In here, love!" Dean called, using his wand to put the kettle on. "How was work with all of those school kids?" Dean teased as he made his way to the living room, his smile broadening when he saw Alexa. "Look at you, beautiful as always." Approaching her, Dean gently wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her hair, the smell of her shampoo so comforting to him. "Were you busy?"

    Aries tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she opened the wooden gate that led up to the cottage she and Sam shared, and just the thought of seeing Sam was enough to ease Aries' concerns. He was the one Aries wanted to spend the rest of her life with, doubtful she'd ever know a love like his again; a love which she returned. Sam was everything she'd ever wanted, everything she didn't know she needed until their last year of Hogwarts. Smiling softly, Aries took a deep breath, trying to steady her spinning head, frowning as her co-workers word repeated quietly in her ears: what if you're pregnant? Aries couldn't deny that it would explain the illness she'd been feeling recently, the upset stomach, the dizzy spells, but would Sam be ready for a baby? Was she ready for a baby? Frowning with the thought, Aries turned the handle to their front door, instantly welcomed by the smell of soup, and she smiled once more, knowing the love of her life was home. "Sam?" She called happily. "Smells good, sweetheart." And it did, it really did. He'd always been a fantastic cook. Making her way to the kitchen, Aries breathed out in relief when she saw Sam, approaching him from behind to wrap her arms around his middle, her bag still on her shoulder. Burying her face between his shoulder blades, Aries sighed happily.

    David, when he had graduated from Hogwarts, was always the odd one out of his group of friends, because he didn't have anyone to call his own. But despite the teasing he endured from his friends, David was quite happy to wait patiently for the one he was meant to be with, and when met Caelie, he knew it was her he had waited for. She was American, with an adorable accent and a smile so infectious he couldn't help but smile along, and David knew there was no turning back, and the more he got to know Caelie, with her adorable forgetful ways and melodic laugh, the more it confirmed his theory. She was his one. David had been heading to the study, looking for a paticular book so he could complete a theory report for work, when he heard Caelie call out to him, and pushing the door open, David was about to answer when he noticed her sway slightly, gripping to the top of the book case. "Hey, hey..." David frowned, approaching her carefully and gently lifting her from the stool to place her back on the ground, wrapping his arms around her middle. "Are you okay, love?" Lifting his hand to tuck a stray strand of red hair from her face, David studied Caelie for a long moment with a worried frown. "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is downstairs, I saw it by the kettle." David leaned to press a sweet kiss to Caelie's forehead, his hold around her tightening protectively. "Is it for work? Maybe you should eat something first, darling. Get your energy back up." Perhaps she was coming down with something, she'd been a little off balance for a few days now. "Perhaps a cup of tea?"

    Rosie couldn't believe she was already nesting. She'd only found out that she was pregnant two days ago, and here she was, fluffing the pillows on the bed that she and Remus slept in at night. The only thing she could whittle it all down to was anxiety. She still hadn't told Remus, and it was beginning to nag away at her mind. She loved the man beyond words, beyond anything she could ever say. They'd met when he was a professor at Hogwarts, and from the moment Rosie had laid eyes on Remus, she had fallen in love with him. And now they were starting a beautiful future together, and knowing that soon, a pitter patter of tiny feet would be joining their cosy life in their cottage, Rosie couldn't contain her happiness. But Rosie was unsure of how Remus would react, knowing that he thought so unkindly of himself. Frowning with the thought, Rosie's hand subconsciously rested to her flat tummy, and when she heard her lover's voice, she lifted her head, offering him a small smile. "Absolutely." Rosie nodded. "I figured I'd make the most of my day off and clean a little bit." She teased, gently treading towards Remus, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips adoringly. "I missed you."

    All day, Fred's thoughts had been occupied, and he was sure his mind wasn't in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, oh no, it was in the muggle world, operating behind the counter of a sweet coffee shop that muggles seemed to enjoy; and yet, Fred didn't mind that he could only think of Luvinia, because she was the thing that Fred loved the most, and the fact that they were going to be married still made Fred's heart soar with pride and adoration. The fact that she belonged to him was just the most incredible thing. Watching as his twin pocketed the keys, Fred nodded in acknowledgement. "See you later, mate." And Fred understood George's hurry, because he felt the same sense of excitement. The day, as long as it was, was now over and Fred could apparate (as subtly as he could) to where Luvinia was working, and he knew that the moment he saw her, he'd feel so at home, because where ever Luvinia was, as long as she was with Fred, Fred was home. Deciding that his pining had gone on for far long enough, Fred decided that apparating to the small car park behind the coffee shop would work best - he would be less likely to be spotted. As the world began to spin around him, Fred exhaled as the world came to a stand still, and although he was still dressed in a way muggles considered strange, he still couldn't wait to see Luvinia. Straightening his jacket, Fred made his way to the front of the coffee shop, modest and sweet, and pushed the door open, the bell above twinkling politely. Nodding at a wizard he recognised, Fred made his way to the register with a smile, seeing Luvinia with her back turned to him. Clearing his throat, Fred rested his elbows against the counter with a grin.

    Frenchie ran her fingers through her ponytail as she walked carefully down the steps that led to the floor she worked on. She wasn't sure if it was the weather, or if she had done too much that day, or if it was something else, but she'd had to miss out on the last hour of work due to a particularly bad dizzy spell that had the matron insist that Frenchie took the time to care for herself and sit down. Sitting down led to thinking, and Frenchie had realised that she had missed her last period, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to her dizziness. Pushing open the door to the stairwell, Frenchie felt all of her worry evaporate into the air around her when she saw George Weasley stood in the reception area. The smile that appeared on Frenchie's face was one she couldn't hold back - not that she wanted to, even if she could. This was the man she was going to marry, and Frenchie knew that her heart was safe in his hands, and if her suspicions were true, there could be so much more in store for them, sooner than they'd planned, but still so perfect. George would make a perfect father. "Oi," Frenchie smiled, going to wrap her arms around George's neck. "Good afternoon, Mr Weasley."

    Harry was sure that the last day of the summer had been the longest day of the summer - St. Mungo's had been exceptionally busy, and Harry had been counting down the moments until he could get home to Eloisa. Just the thought of her had him smiling as he checked up on his last patient, who had been hesitant to drink the Skele-gro that Harry had provided for his broken ankle and shoulder after a particularly nasty fall from his broomstick, and as Harry wrote down some notes, he reminded himself to pick up the potion he had brewed for Eloisa. She hadn't been feeling too well recently, and Harry was sure that it was a change in the weather - going from a warm July to a damp August, with September promising heavy downfalls. Nevertheless, he hated seeing the woman he loved so poorly. Harry had waited so long for Eloisa to be his, and whenever something as simple as a cold threatened that, he could admit, at least to himself, that he became overprotective. "Well, Mr Edwards, you should be fine after another good dose of Skele-gro, one of my colleagues will check up on you shortly." Harry patted his leg, trying not to grin with how the man winced in pain. "I wish you all the best." And placing the clipboard back on the table, Harry was quick to turn on his heel and head to his office, where the potion he'd made for Eloisa was sat in a crystal bottle. Placing his lime green robe back on the rack that stood in the corner, Harry picked up the bottle and quickly apparated home, eager to see his beloved.

    Isadora hitched her handbag further up her shoulder as she walked down her street, waving to her elderly neighbour with a fond smile - the woman and her husband had been so helpful when Isadora had moved in, and with Louis's help, everything was done in one weekend, and it truly felt like a good beginning to a good future. Mrs Harris had since asked about Louis, asking if he and Isadora were something more than just friends, and Isadora couldn't tell a woman well into her eighties that she and her best friend since their second year of Hogwarts were nothing more than best friends that sometimes kissed, and sometimes had sex. Shaking her head with the thought, Isadora fished into the pocket of her jacket for her house key, pausing when she saw Louis. "Whatever you're selling, I don't want it." Isadora teased, making her way down the path, shrugging her bag from her shoulder. "Hold this for me, babe." Isadora took a deep breath, trying to steady herself - the excitement of seeing Louis bringing on the nausea she'd been feeling for the past week or two. Unlocking the front door, Isadora looked to Louis with a soft smile. "I'm guessing you're coming in?"

    Taeyhung watched with a smile as Maya climbed off his bed, but watched as she did, eyes following each of her movements. When he saw her grin though, Taeyhung smirked at his girlfriend in return. "Do I have to?" He teased effortlessly, watching as Maya got dressed with nothing but adoration in his eyes, and as she climbed onto the bed, Taeyhung relaxed against the headboard, and when Maya pressed a kiss to his lips, Taeyhung was happy to return it with a smile, his hands resting on her hips. "I know, I know." Taeyhung murmured into Maya's lips. "Just let me have my moment with you." And although the possibility of something happening was higher than Taeyhung liked to admit, he just wanted to stay in the world, the warmth and love and safety that Maya provided for a little bit longer. He had never expected all of this love to come from a one night stand, but life had really surprised him in the best way. As Maya shifted from his grip, Taeyhung followed her movements, climbing from his bed to grab his jeans and shirt, throwing his t-shirt over his head and shoulders carelessly. Wrapping his arms around Maya from behind, Taeyhung smiled, burying his face into her shoulder, pressing his lips to the skin he could reach. "What are you hungry for, love?" He hummed, the smell of Maya's perfume relaxing him a way he couldn't describe.

    Lydia had been so relieved when she'd come home from work earlier that afternoon. Working in Ollivander's was something she adored; she remembered when she was eleven and she'd first step foot inside the wandmaker's shop, and how it was the most incredible thing to her - it was incredible, really, helping young witches and wizards discover their wands and what brilliant things they could do. But she'd felt so lightheaded and sick, something Lydia found strange, because she very rarely got sick. Having abandoned her tools by the front door, Lydia had headed straight upstairs and climbed into the bed she shared with her boyfriend, Derek, and although she wasn't happy to be woken up, she was happy to hear his voice - she'd missed him. "Up here, darling!" Lydia called, voice still heavy from sleep, head still spinning and stomach still turning. Sitting up and setting her feet onto the floor, Lydia treaded across their beautiful bedroom, still shocked they'd found their perfect home on the first try. Opening their bedroom door, Lydia smiled at the sight of Derek, heading to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face into his neck. "Welcome home," she murmured. "Work was hectic, we had a boy knock down the display." Lydia cringed. "How was it for you, love?"

    Luke had been so hesitant to return to Hogwarts this year, because he wouldn't have Rosalind by his side, and that was what concerned him the most. He wouldn't be able to see if she was safe for himself, and he trusted his family to keep her safe, he really did, but he wanted to be by her side as much as he could be. Rosalind had been feeling sick over the past few days, and Luke wondered if she'd caught the bug, or maybe some sort of flu. Frowning with the thought, Luke walked down the steps of the Leaky Cauldron, having already brought his things and sorted his room out ready for the trip to King's Cross the next morning. Running his hand through his curls, Luke smiled to himself, wondering if his niece had already decided to keep Rosalind company by napping beside her, or if Petunia was curled at her feet. Luke had never expected himself to fall for Rosalind, but he remembered the first time he saw the girl, and how he was so easily besotted - and by their Fifth Year, the pair had gotten together and fallen hopelessly in love, and Luke hadn't thought twice, because falling for Rosalind had been the best experience he could wish to have. His family loved her, and she loved them, and having Rosalind live with them in their cosy cottage, deep within the English countryside, had given Luke a glimpse of their future, and their future was perfect. Smiling with the thought, Luke went to the bar. "Afternoon, Tom." He nodded. "Butterbeer, please." And although Luke couldn't be with Rosalind, and Rosalind couldn't be with him, he wondered if he'd run into any of their friends. Lord knows he could use the company.

    Kate tried not to think too much, because thinking didn't get her anywhere. But she had a lot to think about, and one of those things was the tiny life that was growing within her. She'd found out the week prior thanks to Namjoon's mother booking her a Doctor's appointment, and when Kate had sworn the kind woman to secrecy about the knowledge of her grandchild, Kate knew she had some thinking to do; and that's what she did. School was starting a new acamedic year the next day, and Kate wasn't looking forward to parting from Namjoon at all - the fact she couldn't attend Hogwarts because of her blood status not helping her hurt. Nuzzling closer to Namjoon with that particular thought, Kate opened her eyes when she heard her boyfriend's voice, and peering up at the kind eyed boy, Kate offered him a smile. "I'm okay, love, I promise." But hearing his words, Kate frowned, because she knew that he hated this as much as she did, and when he squeezed around her, Kate laughed softly, unable to help it. "I'm going to hate it too, my darling, but education is important." Kate reminded softly, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend's jawline. "And you'll be home soon for break."

    Draco sat impatiently in one of his father's meetings, surrounded by those who wore the Dark Mark with pride, each conspiring to find Harry Potter and hand him over to be eliminated once and for all, and although Draco had sworn that foolish Potter boy as his enemy long ago, he couldn't help that his thoughts were entirely on Raylene, hidden away in the cottage Draco had chosen to keep her hidden, to keep her safe. He knew that if his father found out about her, about their love for each other, he would be furious - but this was one risk Draco was willing to take, because Raylene meant the whole world to him, and Merlin, he loved her, more than words could ever say. Exhaling with the thought of Raylene by herself, Draco perked up when his father dismissed the meeting, standing to his feet as he tapped the pocket of his blazer, ensuring the small, velvet pouch of floo powder was still there. Nodding at his father, Draco neatened his blazer as he left the large room, being careful to avoid any of his father's so called friends, loyal to the one who threatened the wizarding world. Draco reminded himself what he was doing this for: Raylene, and just the thought of her eased the tight sensation that burned Draco's chest. She was something special, and Draco was so glad he could call her his. Looking over his shoulder to ensure no one was following him, Draco stepped into the fireplace, fishing the pouch of floo powder from his pocket and taking a handful. "Applegate Cottage." Draco spoke quietly but clearly, soon surrounded by emerald flames.

    Lexi tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she tucked her Care of Magical Creatures book under the bed, the thing having nearly eaten a pair of Calum's socks. "That book is a menace." Lexi murmured, shaking her head in amusement. Looking to Calum as he spoke though, Lexi's gaze softened at the sight of him, and she couldn't help but tread over to him carefully, smiling up at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to ignore the nausea within the pit of her stomach. "Brilliant." Lexi smiled, grateful to Mr and Mrs Hood for being so incredibly supportive - it gave herself and Calum more time to just enjoy being in each other's company. "Well, I'm not feeling too well..." Lexi confessed sheepishly. "So, a bit of television should be good. I read the Daily Prophet this afternoon and nothing's looking good, Calum. I think a bit of relaxation is needed. Something tells me this year isn't going to be easy." Lexi exhaled, and she couldn't ignore that gut feeling that something was going to happen - something big.

    Scott could feel Lora close beside him, and as they ventured through Diagon Alley, he used that as his biggest reassurance that this year will be one of their best yet, even if it didn't seem so promising. Wrapping an arm around Lora's shoulders at the thought, textbooks tucked under his arm, he turned his head to look at her, feeling his heart swell with pride at just the sight of her, because looking at her reminded Scott just how far they'd come, each only having the other to guide, like a ship looking for the beacon in the storm. Tugging her gently to his side, Scott pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Lora's head, listening to her words carefully and nodding. "Want me to carry your books, love?" He'd grown concerned for Lora - she seemed a little off, something so unlike her that Scott couldn't quite put his finger on. "We can get something to eat and get some rest, how does that sound?" And Scott didn't need to wait for an answer, he knew that after a busy morning shopping, they both needed to rest and regain their energy for the bustling crowd that would no doubt occupy King's Cross the next morning. "Here, pass me your books," Scott pulled his arm from Lora's shoulders, taking her books and offering her a smile. "You just focus on walking in a straight line." Scott teased.

    Nora held around Stiles' waist as they wandered through Diagon Alley, and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked up to her boyfriend adoringly as he spoke. She couldn't help it, to look at Stiles like he was made of gold. He'd been the best thing in her life for so long, and with every threat of life, with every danger peeking around unsuspecting corners, Nora felt invincible when she was beside her boyfriend. "I think this year will be just fine," Nora squeezed around Stiles reassuringly, trying to comfort his fleeting thoughts. He'd always had a tendency to overthink and build up his own anxiety, and Nora's theory was confirmed when the tall boy pulled her closer and chewed on his lip. "Stop worrying, love." Nora warned softly, but allowing her gaze to follow Stiles' to a bookshop, Nora rolled her eyes jokingly at her boyfriend's attempted distraction, Nora hummed. "Alright, I'm sure there's some new books we could get to read over the year." Nora shrugged lightly. "Come on then, trouble." Nora reached to press a kiss to Stiles' lips, leading him to the shop.

    Isaac walked beside Claribel with a confidence that he only had when he was beside her. Isaac was quite certain that nobody could ever compare to Claribel, and everything she did for him without even knowing. When he couldn't speak, she provided him with a voice, and when he felt as though he had no strength, she borrowed him some of hers, and Isaac did the same for her in her time of need. Smiling down to Claribel with the thought, Isaac closed the small space between them, ensuring that he kept his beloved as safe as he could. Leaning to press a kiss to Claribel's temple, Isaac watched as the usual bustle of wizards and witches, preparing for the new school year, moved around them at a pace that Isaac almost couldn't keep up with - but that didn't matter, because the one that mattered most was right beside him. Pulling his hand reluctantly from Claribel's grasp, Isaac wrapped his arm around her shoulders, protectively tugging her to his side. Isaac knew what Claribel's home life was like, and when she was beside him, in his presence at all, he made sure that she was at peace, and as Claribel spoke, pulling Isaac from his thoughts, he blinked and smiled down to her with a bright grin, eyes crinkled in happiness. "Of course we can," Isaac nodded. "Where would you like to go, darling?"

    Nicole sipped her cup of tea as she glanced to her boyfriend, smiling softly at him as she placed her cup onto the coaster once more. "You're worrying too much, Yoongi." Although he had every right to; with everything happening within the wizarding world, she knew this year wouldn't be kind to them. Fellow Hogwarts students were against the serpents enough already, and with the Dark Lord's looming, seemingly inevitable return, Nicole understood that times were frightening - but why should the Slytherin house take the beating? Of course, some of them were associated with Death Eaters, but Nicole wasn't one of them, and neither was Yoongi. The same couldn't be said for their families. Looking down to her engagement ring at the thought, Nicole lifted her gaze to the man her family had chosen but fate had allowed her to fall for, and she couldn't help the smile. "I'm doing just fine." Nicole promised quietly, relaxing into Yoongi's touch, and when he kissed her temple, Nicole felt safe, protected. Placing a hand on her stomach, Nicole's thoughts drifted to the little life she and Yoongi had created purely out of love, and she exhaled nervously. "I think I'm full," she reassured quietly, Yoongi's words ringing within her ears. "Let's just go, find our room and just... relax."

    Ashton followed Amie closely, looking through the teeth rotting selections of Honeydukes and pulling a face as he saw lemon sherbert, finding the confection far too sickly for his own liking. Ashton could admit he was glad to be back within the wizarding community once more, despite the danger that seemed to linger behind every closed door, waiting to be discovered by someone who was unlucky. Taking Amie's hand with the thought, Ashton offered her hand a squeeze, his thumb running across her knuckles carefully. The summer had been spent with Amie staying with Ashton and his family, and that fact alone had made it the best summer yet, because Amie was with him, despite her own family fleeing from England. Using the sound of Amie's voice to ground himself to the present, Ashton's gaze followed to where she was pointing and he grinned. "Salted caramel humbugs? Interesting." Ashton hummed, smiling down to Amie with a fondness, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I might just get some liquorice laces, darling, honestly." Ashton shrugged lightly, burying his face into Amie's hair. She had worried him earlier, when she complained of feeling dizzy, and Ashton noticed how pale she'd seemed. "How're you feeling now, love?" Ashton asked quietly, but as Amie spoke once more, Ashton smiled. "You know there's no need to thank them, sweetheart. My Mum practically considers you a daughter anyway." Ashton teased, squeezing her hand once more.

    Delilah followed Michael carefully as they weaved expertly through bodies of wandering witches and wizards, smiling as she took in her surroundings. The summer had been a quiet affair, so returning to the bustle of the wizarding world was a welcomed change. Although another welcomed change was the difference between Delilah and Michael's relationship, which had been brought to new heights over the summer, and just the thought of it all made Delilah's stomach flip with excitement for all the possibilities. Delilah had waited so long for Michael to be hers, and now, he was, and Delilah felt like the world was finally level on its axis. Feeling Michael nudge her, Delilah blinked, looking up to him with a grin, but when he mentioned the broomstick shop, Delilah pouted slightly. "Will Quidditch even be a thing for Hogwarts this year?" She sighed, but when Michael threw his arm around her shoulders, Delilah laughed, allowing him to pull her closer, wrapping an arm around his middle, only ever feeling herself when she was around Michael. "I'm certainly a little hungry." Delilah lifted her gaze to Michael, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I really, really want cherries." She decided quietly - they seemed to be the tastiest thing recently. "Perhaps visiting Honeydukes isn't such a bad idea?" Delilah suggested gently, snuggling further into Michael.
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