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-Chapter✦TwentyNine-

✧MAKING AMENDS✧

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After two weeks of tiptoeing around one another, Aurora had come to Rabastan's office. Apparently, there was a lot to handle considering the injuries and damages to people's livelihood, it gave Rabastan something to work towards in righting his suppressive wrongdoings.

"Love, what's the matter?"

"Well, there's a bit of good news and a bit of strange news. Which would you like to hear first?" She asked, taking a sit on his desk and already gaining his full attention.

"Good news, after this load of work I've gone through. What's good to hear?"

"Hogwarts has sent out a parcel to parents about the Triwizard tournament...No, neither the twins are old enough. One needs to be 17 to enter." Rabastan bobbed his head.

"I wouldn't put it past either of the twins that if they wanted to enter, they would be able to." Aurora's eyes had widened and nodded. "You're right, best to owl them near the actual lottery date...Are you prepared for the strange news?"

He offered up his hand as he leaned back into his chair.

"Your sister is shadowing the headmistress of Beautroxious, so she will be at Hogwarts this year. Supervising younger years this entire year."

"Half-sister. And I haven't seen her since father's wedding."

"And that isn't her fault, she was a byproduct of a situation between your father and her mother. She's recently graduated, I should send her a gift." Rabastan had made a disagreeing noise, but he hadn't upped his voice much more than that.

"It wouldn't be too much to ask her to watch her nieces and nephews, would it?"
"She isn't anything to us, Aurora."

"You're wrong, she still has our name." Rabastan had slammed his hands to his desk and glared. "She isn't my sister nor is she a Lestrange."

"There's no reason to get angry, Rabastan. At this point, we're in short supply of siblings if you haven't noticed. What did you want to tell the children?"

"Suppose we cannot tell them to stay the hell away from her?" Aurora frowned and Rabastan mirrored it. "I'm sure if Orion had a mistress who came out of the blue with a child, then you'd feel the same."

"Wrong. Because I would never take my anger out on a child, my father? Yes. But considering who my mother is, I wouldn't blame him at that point." The two had shared a slight chuckle before the rendering of Aurora's doing to her own mother always caught him off guard.

"I'll owl her."

"If you do, I'll be proud...I'm not asking for you to invite her own for dinner. Just a small reach out, it'll mean the world to her." He bobbed his head and decided to draft it now with Aurora's help, and it would stop him from making another mistake.

Yet his actions had spoken louder than words, as Aurora had found her way back to her original seating—Right by his side.

It remained that way for the rest of the summer, even more so as the two spoke about what to do once the children realized that they too would be given the chance at attending a Yule Ball.

"It means they're not coming home this Holiday," Rory said with a saddened expression, and Rabastan—Who still felt ill knowing that his wife was so close yet so far away, leaned closer as their nightly routine consisted of reading in one another's company.