It was time to board the train, Tim led Amber to the Prefect's carriage at the head of the train. She proudly watched her fiancé give orders to the prefects. He was also very sexy when he was in charge. After his rounds, he walked back in the compartment and threw himself next to his fiancée.
"Hey Timmy," she chuckled, starting to play with her fiancé's shaggy chestnut hair.
He grinned up at her.
"You really should cut your hair."
"Jealous, that you're not only one who can have beautiful long hair," he teased shaking his head.
"Maybe just a bit, though it's a bit sexy and dangerous."
Tim sat up. "You know I got accepted into the Curse-Breaking program."
"Congratulations, Tim, That's a rather dangerous job but I know you can handle it."
Tim smiled at her. "I'm glad you understand that, my mum on the other hand doesn't."
"I understand her worries and I suppose I would have the same worries with our future children."
Tim smirked and said. "We've only been engaged for a month and you're already thinking about kids."
She huffed playfully and said. "You're just as bad, Tim."
"Since we're too far ahead now, we haven't even talked about moving in together. My parents said they've been looking at houses for us."
Amber nodded and Tim explained about the houses. The sweet trolley arrived and the engaged couple ate and chatted.
"I have something I'd like to show you," Amber told Tim.
"What's that?"
Amber leaned over, took out the picture from her trunk and handed it to her fiancé.
He looked down at the picture and immediately saw a woman with identical eyes to his beloved fiancée.
"That's my biological mother, Patricia McMillan."
"You really do have your mum's eyes."
Amber nodded. "That man there is Doug or rather Mr. Adams. It's possible that he is my biological father."
Tim nodded.
They arrived at Hogsmeade and they caught their usual carriage.
"Hey you two," Melissa greeted sitting across from them.
"Hey Mel," Amber greeted her best female friend.
"Is that an engagement ring?" Melissa asked, noticing the ring shining on her finger.
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Melodies of the Lyre
FanficThere were moments when I was not myself, and the road wandered riddled with self doubt; when those who would be friends have all but left. But somethings have always been true - he may bleed green, but I will always be yellow and black.
