warning: really long chapter, but every part is important, so please read when you can. try not to just skip over stuff :)
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Matilda's nerves spiked as she realized that someone, or multiple people by the sound of the footsteps, were in her home, just downstairs.
She jerked her head to look at her door before slowly inching back towards her nightstand, her arm extending behind her. She felt her fingers graze her wand before they coiled around the wood, her heartbeat increasing along with the volume of noise past her door.
She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and swallowed hard while her hand tightened around her wand, pointing it at the door as she stood her ground.
Her heart thumped in her chest, eyes glued to the door, narrowed slightly and unblinking.
Suddenly, the sound of a lock un-clicking came from the keyhole. Matilda nearly jumped.
She stood silently, heartbeat in her ears, hand grasping her wand firmly, as another click came from the door before-
BAM!
The door burst open, swinging wide and slamming on the wall behind it in Matilda's room.
She stumbled backwards, but still remained standing, as bright white light had accompanied the entrance of a foggy, clumped together shape of figures in her doorway... her lips parted in shock but no noise came out-
"Was the grand entrance really necessary, Moody?"
"Don't take so long with the door lock next time, Potter!"
Potter? Matilda thought, her mind darting to Harry.
And at last, the white light and almost fog-like substance vanished from her view, revealing a group of figures in her doorway... namely, in the front, Madeye Moody and a tall, brunette man with round glasses and a charming smile. He looked remarkably like Harry.
"P-Professor Moody?" Matilda blurted awkwardly. "What's... what's going on, here?"
It was a bit off-putting to see Moody at first, considering the fact that the last time she had seen him was when he, well, wasn't Alastor Moody at all.
"What's going on is that we're rescuing you, of course," Moody grumbled.
Matilda peered behind the two men to see about five more people cramped together, peeking over each others' heads to observe the blank-faced, stunned girl.
"Well, don't just stand there, grab your stuff, why don't you?" Moody growled, jutting his staff around Matilda's room demandingly.
"Now, hold on, Alastor, we've only just barged into the girl's room..." the tall man with glasses chuckled, then turned to Matilda with a smile and added, "...Matlock... Matilda Matlock, how fortunate to meet you at last."
He walked forward, extended his hand, and waited for a hesitant Matilda to reach out and slowly shake it. She stared at him, bewiledered.
"Oh! How rude of me," he said. "Potter. James Potter. Perhaps you've met my son?"
"Oh, of course she's met Harry, he's mentioned her plenty of times!" a female voice piped up from the group huddled at the doorway.
Matilda watched a pretty, middle-aged woman with auburn red hair and a friendly smile squeeze through the group to get to her. She stood at James' side, extended her hand, and shook Matilda's.
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Matilda Matlock
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