Sabrina ; The next generation

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"Do you even realise that this is a one-in-a-life-time opportunity?"

I glanced at Naomi who was all excited, holding up the Daily Prophet while I changed Willow's outfit.

"This is big, Sabrina."

"Tell me again why you've brought the Daily Prophet into this house." I chuckled. "The only newspaper allowed here is the Silverberry Outlook."

Naomi dropped her arms by her side and tilted her head, looking at me in defeat.

"I'm joking!" I laughed, picking Willow up on my arm.

"It's your twentieth birthday, Breena. And on top of that, your uncle is in need of an employee."

"And working at the leaky cauldron is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"It is when you're a former drug addict." She joked, grinning. I rolled my eyes at her, flipping her off before I walked over and snatched the newspaper.

She grabbed Willow and I unfolded the newspaper to see the ad.

"Wait... you're telling me my uncle put in an ad in here instead of his own sisters newspaper?"

"Well, there's still some tension between them. Didn't you notice earlier at your birthday dinner?"

I hummed.

"He's put an ad in the newspaper which means he hasn't thought about me for the job. He doesn't want me to work there." I said, shrugging as I threw the newspaper on the bed.

Then I looked at Willow who played with Naomi's hair.

Willow was five months old which meant we had been out of Ghana for five months. Well, almost six actually.

Less than two weeks and she would be six months.

Her birthday is June 1st.

These last five months has been filled of trying to get over what happened. Naomi and I have both been in therapy, and we still are.

Not together. Our relationship isn't what needs working on.

Alec is in therapy as well, but he rarely shows up.

He's moved out of the house and back in with his ex girlfriend who's now his girlfriend again.

Sarah.

The girl I used to find incredibly hot. I still do, but that isn't what I see when I look at her anymore.

I have Naomi.

All I see is Naomi.

"Just talk to him." She said, looking at me while adjusting the way Willow sat on her arm. "Go demand the job."

I shook my head.

"I don't want to work at the leaky cauldron."

"Well, love in your situation, you don't really have a lot of options." She said. "And tell me, would you rather work for your uncle, or your parents?"

With a groan, I dropped onto the bed.

"The leaky cauldron is Adriana's favourite place."

"So you're scared of running into her? Babe you can't avoid her forever."

"No, but I can try." I shrugged. "Omi, she didn't contact me after we got home. Everyone knew when we got saved from Emmanuel, but she hasn't reached out. She doesn't care whether I'm okay or not, and it's the same with Theo, my fucking cousin. I don't want to run into either one of them."

Naomi sighed.

"Don't let them get in your way of getting a job." She said. "Honestly, fuck them. They can go to hell for all I care. You're gonna go and you're gonna talk to William tomorrow morning about that job."

"And what about you?"

Naomi shrugged.

"I'm gonna go to school. Three years and I'll be an auror... if I pass."

"You'll pass." I told her, looking down at the floor. "But fine. I'll go see my uncle."

-

I stepped inside of the leaky cauldron, entering from the muggle world.

It was late and my uncle was behind the bar, wiping down the surface.

It was quite hot in here and his grey shirt had several sweaty spots. His face glistened with sweat and he was breathing heavily.

"Did the air condition break or something?" I laughed dryly as I walked closer to the bar.

My uncle looked up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Actually... yes." He nodded. "I tried to fix it, but the magic didn't work."

"...then, I don't know, use a spell to cool down this entire place?"

My uncle stared at me before placing his palms flat down against the bar.

"What are you doing in here, Sabrina?"

"Well, I saw the ad in the Daily Prophet."

"Yeah? Didn't realise you read that newspaper." He said. "What about it?"

I chewed on my lip before taking a deep breath.

"I need a job and—"

"Nope." He shook his head violently, continuing to wipe down the bar.

"What? C'mon! Uncle Will, I—"

"First of all, Sabrina, you shouldn't even be in here unless you're passing through to Diagon Alley..."

"Why not?"

He looked at me like I was dumb.

"Oh, because I used drugs?" I asked. "Listen to that sentence. I used drugs. Not alcohol, but drugs."

"Alcohol is a drug, Sabrina." He argued. "I don't allow Marco in here either unless he's passing through, and the same goes for your mother. I won't be the reason any of you ends up in rehab again."

I stepped closer to the bar, lowering my voice.

"I need that job."

"No, you need a job." He said. "What you don't need is to work in a place where you'll be surrounded by alcohol."

I was starting to get annoyed.

"I'm sober. I knew other people were judging me, but you? You're my uncle."

"I am not judging you, Sabrina. I worry about you, and working here will make it easy for you to turn to booze, the second you're in a mood."

"In a mood? That's how weak you think I am? I'll relapse whenever I'm in a mood?"

"Sabrina—"

"I have a daughter, William. I can't live with my parents until she goes off to Hogwarts. I need to find a place of my own where I can raise her and support her. You know who supports her right now? Mum does. Dad does. I need to earn my own money."

My uncle sighed, shaking his head while shutting his eyes.

"Fine. But you're not getting the job from the ad. I don't want you as a bartender. You can work as a waitress, and you won't have access to the liquor."