Brooke Euphemia Potter, popularly known as 'the girl who fought', happens to stumble across a red-head and instead of experiencing an unusual sensation tingle through her veins, the girl feels an emotion that was probably about to make her life take...
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BROOKE WAVED HER WAND AND CLEARED UP HER ROOM. Satisfied with the hygiene in her room, she plopped down on her bed and picked up the research book. It was a muggle research book on sex education in muggle high schools.
Brooke couldn't help but be amazed at the kind of technical and scientific progress the Muggles had made, in comparison to wizardkind. She also couldn't help but admire the communication methods of Muggles. Owls took forever to deliver letters and messages to and fro, even though there were post offices that labeled owls as being fast or slow messengers and sending messages as per the convenience of the sender, Muggles used the telephone device, which helped people in talking to each other, even if they were in different corners of the planet and hearing each other's voices.
Similarly, the Muggles had commendable methods of imparting Sex Education to the youth, and Brooke was more than eager to try them out on students.
But there was something that Brooke had been too skeptical to try. Non-Verbal magic. And this was the perfect opportunity for her to do so. If she were to have another run-in with Sirius Black, it would've been the most reasonable option to have tricks up her sleeve without letting him know her next move.
So Brooke closed her eyes and decided to practice the spell that she found the most difficult.
Expecto Patronum. Brooke thought to herself, waving her wand. Nothing happened.
Brooke tried again, thinking of the first time she rode the toy broomstick Sirius got her. But nothing happened. Under normal circumstances, this would've been one of the happiest memories Brooke had. But at this point, Sirius meant nothing but a backstabbing murderer to her.
Brooke tried again, using the memory of when she had been told that Lily was pregnant and she was about to be an aunt. A thin lining of silver shot out of her wand, but nothing happened then either.
After several tries, Brooke decided to use the memory she had been cherishing in the darkest of her times. Brooke closed her eyes and muttered the spell non-verbally, focusing on the memory of 1st September 1989, when she and Charlie were sat on the top of the astronomy tower, cuddling as Charlie's left hand was on her lower back and the right hand played with her sandy blonde locks of hair and her hands were wrapped around his torso.
And before Brooke knew it she had managed to conjure a huge silver stag which stood dignified right in front of her eyes.
Brooke smiled at the scene in front of her. Looks like I and Brother James had one more thing in common, Brooke thought to herself as she heard a sound of clapping coming from the door of her room. She turned to find Bill clapping at the figure of the stag which had now disappeared in the thick air.
"Considering that I was the one who was with you while you were going through the real wands at Ollivander's, it's a proud moment for me, and by extension, for James as well," Bill exclaimed as Brooke smiled at him.
Bill entered the room and plopped down next to Brooke.
"You do know that you can't lie to me, don't you?" Asked Bill as Brooke shot him a questioning look.
"This whole throat infection excuse. Charlie may be daft enough to believe it, but I'm not," Bill stated.
Brooke shot him another look to say 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
"Fine, have fun explaining yourself to Charlie, then," Bill said nonchalantly and got up, but Brooke stopped him and held him back, shooting him a puppy eye look.
"Okay fine, but tell me the reason behind this 'silent treatment' you've been giving everyone."
Brooke then parted her lips a bit, allowing the redhead to have a look at the mandrake leaf clutched between her jaws, as the redhead, who was confused at first, widened his eyes at the realization.
"What... You're going to... You can't be serious-" Bill exclaimed, a mixture of excitement and concern laced in his voice.
Brooke nodded at him and Bill immediately held her shoulders tightly.
"You do know that it's dangerous, right? One wrong move and-" Brooke nodded before Bill could complete his sentence.
"So that's the reason why you haven't told Charlie," Bill realized and Brooke nodded.
Brooke then looked at her feet and started playing with the bracelet Charlie gave her back in the fifth year on their first date.
"Bree, it's okay. I can understand why you're hiding the truth from him. But he deserves to know it, yeah? I won't tell him anything. But I want you to take your time and tell him yourself, okay?" Bill said and Brooke looked up at him and nodded frantically.
Bill leaned forward and placed a kiss on Brooke's forehead.
A sound of a clearing throat was heard from the door and the two of them looked up to find Charlie standing in the doorway.
"I... uh... just wanted to say that dinner's ready," Charlie stuttered and left the room.
Brooke looked at Bill with a panic-stricken expression.
"Don't worry, I don't think he has heard anything," exclaimed Bill, trying to calm the blonde down, but she frantically got up and left the room.
"That went well," Bill whispered to himself sarcastically and left the room.
