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-Chapter✦ThirtyFive-

✧THE ELEMENT OF FIRE✧

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Lestrange Manor

Aurora Lestrange was stationed dutifully at her home study, her head throbbing with the intent of something going wrong. The quill tapped therapeutically against her chin as she was starting to grow a perminate statin to mark her newly grown tik.

But damnit her theories were coming out all wrong!

"If you keep going like this, you're not going to have enough time for—"

"Quiet father, I'm trying to concentrate, it doesn't make any sense," Aurora said, trying to keep the painting hushed. But of course, Orion wasn't so easily silenced. "Your brother worries about you." He reminded, and it earned him a very tired gaze.

"Oh? What is it this time?... That I work too much? That I don't respond to his owls? Or the fact that I'm still living with Rabastan, which is it?" It is true, and Rory knew quite well that staying loyal to her husband was starting to waine further on her heart.

Especially when it involved her children.

"The ladder, but you've yet to respond to his current owl. And I believe it is rather urgent. Nobody has been at the manor for a short while and I'm worried, my light. You know how I get when I worry." She knew exactly what he was speaking about, her father liked to be actively involved now that he's passed—But that didn't make it easy when he was only allowed to move freely between two spaces.

Three if they counted the smaller portrait in the Black family manor, but that hardly counted.

"After I'm through with this, it'll only take—" Her excuse was interrupted by Rabastan, whose face was more than drained at the prospect of everything that was held in his children's parcels for the week.

"I know you said you were working on something important, but you've got to read these. It's getting worse by the minute!" He claimed, clutching the letters in his fist and wrinkling their children's words.

Aurora's frown didn't manage to hide her distaste for her husband when she specifically said she couldn't afford any distractions.

But the children were certainly the marker.

After her eyes scanned the first page, she realized that Romulus spent the day in the infirmary for a migraine—Anton Halliwell is one of the champions for the tournament, Harry Potter somehow managed to find himself in—And Lori was shadowing Rita Skeeter!

"What in goddess names happened?!" She yelled, her eyes scanning her room before settling on another piece of parchment—Only to look at her brother's unanswered parcel.

She tore it open and realized one heartache could have been avoided all at once if she read the fact that Regulus attempted to tell her about Anton and Harry.

But the addition of Lori and Romulus was pushing her to the extreme.

"What is Lorelei thinking—Interacting with that-that vermin?!" Rabastan spoke, and Rory nearly choked at the idea of her husband getting angry with their youngest. He was usually so soft and sweet, boiling down to spoiled at times. But this, this is pure madness!

Aurora had a shortlist of who she hated in this lifetime, and while some were dead—Most were actively alive but not actively being arseholes—Though she didn't doubt that those in Azkaban were giving it their all.