𝖮 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʰʲᵖ

• ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬 : 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱 •

• Chapter Two : Surprised Visit •

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(Y/N) fished her phone from her back pocket and typed her parent's telephone number. From inside the house, she could hear a telephone ringing.

Seconds after, the ringing stopped and the call was picked up.

"Hello?" (M/N)'s voice echoed through the phone's speaker.

(Y/N) smiled.

"Hello, mum." she greeted.

"Oh, (Y/N), you've called again." (M/N) mused.

(Y/N) heard something like a clanging sound, making her conclude that she was cooking before she called.

"Yes, mum. Well... are you at work today, mum?" (Y/N) asked even though she already knew the answer.

"No, dear. I'm on leave right now." (M/N) replied.

"Until when?"

"Until the end of August. I have to be free for your birthday. You know, being seventeen. That should be celebrated."

"Oh, okay." said (Y/N) and shifted the luggage on her free hand with a small grin on her pink lips. "I'm just wondering whether you would like to open the door, mum. It's sort of cold here."

There was a clanging sound again. (Y/N) had to remove her phone away from her ear to avoid being deaf.

"Are you — have you —" (M/N) was stuttering.

"You can find out, mum." (Y/N) was now practically beaming. "Open the door and look for yourself."

By the next second, the call was hung up and the door in front of her opened. (M/N) smiled and jumped to hug her daughter.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" she exclaimed as she caressed her daughter's hair before pulling away. "You didn't tell me that you're going home!"

"I haven't told anyone, mum." (Y/N) chuckled, letting her mother scan her face with those similar brown eyes. "Besides, it's a surprise."

"I'm really surprised, (N/N)." said (M/N). "Oh, I can't wait to see your dad's reaction to this."

"Priceless?" (Y/N) suggested.

(M/N) grinned mischievously.

"Even worse than that."

The young Heather laughed openly.

"Let's get inside. I was cooking when you called. You might be able to take a rest from your trip before lunch."

"Thanks, mum."

(M/N) took the liberty to take (Y/N)'s luggage inside the house. The two of them talked and chatted while they walked towards (Y/N)'s room.

When they reached the room that (Y/N) vacated for a month, they sat down on the blue and bronze-colored bed.

"How's New York, dear?" (M/N) asked.

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up at the topic and began telling her mum about how wonderful it was to live there. She even mentioned how she wanted to live there after Hogwarts or when she finally found a job.

It was too late when she realized what she had said. She watched as her mother's reaction changed.

"You want to live there after Hogwarts?" she asked solemnly, her bright brown eyes saddening.

"Well — mum..." (Y/N) trailed, feeling the dark atmosphere. "Was it that bad?"

"No! No... It's just..." (M/N) blinked. "I thought you wanted to stay and find work here in London."