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-Chapter♛♚SixtyThree-

✧A SNAP OF THE WRIST✧

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Rhea had explained what happened to her husband, and he was incredibly understanding. Usually he would chide her in getting up in the middle of the night and staying awake, but he was simply thankful that she had gotten a fair amount of sleep.

As the hours followed and Sirius' returned, the light of the manor had kept its rightful spot. Only this time, however, it was decided that they would have a friendly competition on who could catch the snitch among the four of them.

Sirius had come home with this idea when James had wanted practice in being on a time crunch with the opposite team honing on the snitch before him. This would be the perfect way to introduce Rhea into having a specific target without having to worry about a bludger or those around her tossing a Quaffle.

What Alphard was distracted with, however, was the outfit Rhea had taken to wearing whenever they were on the broom. She certainly knew how to hold herself well on the damned thing.

Regulus was soaring and adored this type of game since the snitch wasn't as easy to catch. And as if it knew that multiple people were after it. But that was just part of the fun, all of them had gotten close, but it was very difficult to catch sight of it with how much space the estate had.

"Hopefully it hasn't gone too far..." Rhea said, shortly out of breath as she hovered beside Alphard, who simply grinned. "Those things are enchanted to be a bit more conscious than we think. Sure it'll find its way back. How are you holding up?" She smiled even brighter, her cheeks a bit red with exhaustion and heat.

But it was a rather grand look on her, and it caused him to sit and wonder if she would be just as beautifully playing during her time at Hogwarts.

Or perhaps his own time at Hogwarts.

"There it is!" After nearly five minutes of no sign of the snitch, Sirius' alert had caused the four to ditch their leisure flying to dart past one another in pursuit of the snitch.

Alphard wasn't kidding when he said that the snitch had a mind of its own. And she would have to look into that later, but that had been her faulty maneuver. In having leaned forward to take a swipe at the snitch, she tumbled forward and clashed down to the ground with choked groan.

"RHEA!" Her attention to the voice was telling her that it was familiar, but the idea of whiplash had caused her to loosely believe that it was Rolf, only to be shown a doubled view of Alphard Black.

"Atlas..." She said in a daze, but once he had tried to lift her from the ground she bit back a scream and instead issued a curse instead.

"Oh shite, Rhea—You're supposed to pull up, not lean forward!" Sirius lectured as Alphard had cradled her into his lap while looking at the damage. "Think you've broken it, love." The pain hadn't occurred to her until she attempted to move it, and thus it was stuck in a closed fist.

She tried to wave away their initial freak out, but seeing Alphard's near panic attack and the guilt-wracked on her nephews' faces—She had remained silent as they escorted her to Saint Mungos. And while she did favor what the hospital stood for, the last time she arrived didn't settle too well in the back of her mind.

The commotion was ear-deafening, especially as there were others with more life-threatening situations. But she had been so emersed with those around her, that she ignored all that Alphard had questioned and offered, as she wanted to know what was wrong with the young witch off across the way.