Incognito

✑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐.𝟐

𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟹:𝟹𝟸 𝚙.𝚖. I

He was only two minutes into this meeting and already starting to wish he was anywhere else. He'd probably enjoy Paris more, even though he certainly despises the city from the bottom of his heart.

"Can we talk about an important issue?" James asked.

"Let me give you one," spoke up Christopher Evans. "What house is my daughter going to?"

"You're biased when it comes to your daughters so you will definitely not be voting in this," Filius Flitwick added.

"What about Erica?"

"She can make herself momentarily forget that they are her daughters when it comes to deciding something," Hagrid said. "And she knows how to discipline them."

"I agree," spoke the woman herself. "Our daughters have you wrapped around their fingers. It started the moment they were born."

Christopher sighed, knowing they were right. He crossed his arms and leaned back like a child losing a battle against their parent, waiting for their punishment to just start.

"What about it?" asked James, following up on Christopher's question as if he did not witness what had just happened.

"Her training ends tomorrow. We must have a decision on where she ends up."

"You always liked fancy words, Minerva."

"Coming from the tech-genius," scoffed the woman.

"I use words that might seem big for certain individuals," Filius corrected. "You use words that might have been last used in the eighteen-hundreds."

"Honestly, I hear the same words from both of you," Hagrid added. "I see no difference."

"Ha!"

"Shut up Hagrid," muttered the Ravenclaw Head.

"What decision will we come up with?" Molly Weasley asked. "She fits into all four houses."

"I'll have a decision ready tonight," James promised.

"Are you sure you'll make this decision alone?" Christopher Evans asked, his interest peaking up again.

"I own this place," said James. "I finalize where they go anyway."

"Are we going to consider our previous offer?"

"Which is?"

"That she gets to choose which house she ends up in."

"That was only to perish the time away," Minerva assured. "She has to have a concluded house, right, James?"

"Yeah, definitely," said James, standing up. "Meeting adjourned or whatever."

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𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟹:𝟻𝟺 𝚙.𝚖. I

She was ready to have some time alone, a little rest from all the chaos that has happened in the past few weeks.
Thinking that she might have a minute to breathe was probably her first mistake.
She knew that instantly when someone came by her door.

"I'll never get a moment of rest, will I?" she asked as she opened the door to find him standing there, looking like he could tear her apart just in order to find out every secret she has ever sealed inside her.

"You signed up for the spy life, love."

"More like your mates kidnapped me."

"Tomato, tomato."
Before she could talk, he continued. "I need you."