Sabrina ; The next generation

Sixty-nine

I sat in my uncle's office, one knee pulled up to my chest.

My cheek rested on my knee as I watched my uncle talk, but I didn't listen.

My nose was itchy and my eyes kept watering.

I didn't know what Marco was saying but I did know that he was talking about me skipping class.

Loads of students skip class from time to time, but Marco never calls them to his office because of one time, but with me it's different.

I'm his niece so he automatically worries more. It's the same with his children if they skip, though I know they're too afraid to ever skip their father's class.

I knew something was up with my uncles. The last time I saw them both, they were fighting, and uncle Marco had been rather different lately around school. Not as cheerful as he used to.

Even now, he seemed distant while telling me off for skipping his class.

"Sabrina." Marco's eyes flicked to mine and I quickly sat up straight, pretending to have been listening this whole time.

I looked away so he wouldn't notice my teary eyes.

"Did you hear any of what I just said?" He asked while I rubbed a hand over my itchy nose.

"Uh-huh."

"Alright... what did I say then?"

I closed my eyes, running a hand up my throat. My mouth was dry.

"Do you have any water?" I asked. "I haven't had anything to drink today."

That was a lie. I had been drinking way too much water but my mouth was constantly dry.

Marco sighed.

"I'll get you some from the kitchen." He said. "Wait here."

He left the office, shutting the door behind him, and I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes.

"Fuck." I muttered, rubbing my nose again.

I looked around the office, seeing the quidditch poster on his wall that was from his youth as well as a framed fucking bludger.

I laughed at that, pushing myself out of the chair. I hit my foot on the leg of the chair, cursing to myself as I stumbled forward.

I examined the bludger that looked quite old. A lot of new versions had come out since that one.

A beater's bat hung on the wall above it.

My uncle used to be a beater alongside my mother. They were the perfect best friend duo. They did everything together, could tell each other everything and then they became siblings-in-law.

I walked closer to my uncle's desk, smiling at the family pictures on one side of the desk.

He had portraits of every single one of his children. His seven children.

On the other side of the desk, was four other portraits. Me and my siblings. His only nieces and nephews.

Timothy never had children so Marco's only nieces and nephews were the ones he had through his marriage with uncle Will.

Aunt Charlotte didn't have any kids and neither did Uncle Samuel.

I turned and my eyes landed on the cupboard in the office. The door was slightly open and something poked out a little bit.

I walked over to close the cupboard door but then I saw what looked like bags of powder and I opened the door without even thinking.

I crouched down pushing a blanket away that failed at covering a basket completely... and in the basket was different types of drugs.