{6} Fuck You.

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The rest of the week slipped by quickly, and before she knew it, Eliza was packing a few of her things so she could floo back home to visit Holden for a night or two. She had sent an owl to her parents, informing them where she would be, and to her surprise they were more than fine with her flooing back over seas without one of them coming along to 'supervise'.

Eliza was also greatful for Cedric's suggestion to go this weekend and visit Holden, mainly because she was becoming restless waiting for a simple 'hey' from him, or a phone call, or literally anything of the sorts. She hadn't heard from Haley either, which wasn't helping the situation.

She decided it would be best for her to floo around seven Friday evening so when she arrived back home it would be roughly two in the afternoon there, giving her time to settle in before they'd have dinner hopefully together. Then the day before she came back to Hogwarts her plan was to walk down the street from Holdens and visit Haley as well — might as well since she lives in the same neighbourhood.

"Is that all you're taking?" Inina questioned her (as well as breaking her train of thought), sitting on her desk chair with a few textbooks in hand. "I thought you'd need a lot more than just a few outfits and toiletries?"

Eliza giggled slightly as she closed up the trunk. "I'm only going for one or two nights, I really don't need that much."

"If you say so." She replied, spinning her chair around and beginning to work on some potions homework. Eliza had found herself petting her grey coloured cat, Olive, who was stretched out on the end of Elizas bed. "Have fun, don't get too drunk... or pregnant."

Eliza smiled back whilst rolling her eyes at the last part of Inina's sentence as she left the dorm with her trunk, heading down to the common room fireplace that was commonly used for flooing. There was a jar sitting on top filled with the powder, which she grabbed a fistful of before stepping into the fireplace. "Fifty Four Hillcrest Lane" she spoke, and dropped the powder at her feet. The green flames swarmed around her body, and before she knew it she was standing in the fireplace at Holdens house.

The sun was shining through the windows, being the only source of light at that moment in the quiet house. Eliza dusted herself off and walked into the living room only to think she was alone in the home.

"Anyone home?" She called out into the house. It took a few moments, but eventually Holdens mum came rushing around the corner and out of the master bedroom, putting a gold hoop earring in her ear.

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