4. Practice makes perfect

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Cordelia

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Cordelia

A wedding. At a time like this. Three weeks into the summer and I receive a letter from Hermione informing me that Ron's brother Bill is getting married. I think it's great, honestly, but is it wise to have a social gathering-with Harry Potter- when the Dark lord and his followers are on the search for him? No. Absolutely not. Either way, it means that we can't start searching for the horcruxes until after their celebration.

Since breaking up from school, we've had about nine training sessions at the Hart's estate. We've all been made to swear an oath of loyalty, in order to make sure that there's no room for a betrayal. I've dragged my mum along with me each time, making sure she's up to date with all her spells and defensive skills. This time it's no different.

"Delia, darling, you know my strong suit isn't duelling. Why can't I stay home and work on the things I am good at?" She complains as we get in position by the fireplace. Each of my friends houses connect by the floo network, making our meet-ups a lot easier. However, we're having to be incredibly careful due to the ministry now controlling all modes of transport. Fortunately, our network is independent, spelled with a protection charm just for family and friends.

"That's why we're going mum, to improve. We have to be ready for the war." I explain. "Besides, I don't know how herbology can help us win."

"You'd be surprised," she said with a chuckle. She picked up a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fire place. She threw it down with determination whilst saying: "Hart Estate," clearly. She was whisked away in a cloud of green, leaving the fire place very much empty. I followed behind, repeating her actions and arriving in the living room of the Hart's house.

"See!" I hear Venus call out from a nearby sofa. "You made it."

"Hey V." I notice that my mum was already speaking to Lorelei and walking to the kitchen. "Anyone here yet?"

"Just Enzo but that's because he spent the night." She says simply. I smirk at her, giving her the side-eye.

"And how does your dad feel about that?"

"Honestly, he was weirdly fine." She says thinking about it. "But he did make him sleep in a separate room."

"Ah. I figured as much."

"Yeah. So have you heard from Mattheo?" She asked as we began to walk out of the living room and down into their (far too large) basement.

"Yeah, he wrote to me about a week ago." I answer. "He's fine. I think. So is Draco."

"That's good."

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