The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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Once Grandfather dropped Ella at her house, we both merrily made our way inside the Hawke manor.
I nearly sprinted from all the excitement I was feeling. When I turned around, he was watching me with great amusement.
"How have you been, dove?"
"I've been amazing," I grin. "I love Hogwarts,"
"You remember what —"
"Yes," I rolled my eyes, dropping my trunk in the kitchen as I tried to find my favourite cranberry juice. "It's poison and has a way of making people addicted."
"Are you addicted?" He asks, handing me over the juice without me asking.
I smile widely and tilt my head in consideration. "Not really but I might be, I don't know. It's probably the people there I'm addicted to, I think."
He makes a mirthful noise, "What people must those be?"
"Remus Lupin," is the first name that I speak.
"The boy you were snogging in the middle of the station?"
I turn to him with wide eyes, "I wasn't snogging him! I was just saying goodbye."
He snorted and hummed as if to say, 'yes, sure.'
I watched him in disbelief. He just chuckled, "Well, it was about time. Is he good to you?"
"We haven't been dating for that long," I tell him happily, taking a sip of the juice. "but yes, grandfather. He treats me so nicely."
"Then that's all that matters," He says. "Time never does in a relationship like that. I married your grandmother after a week. I still love her memory."
"I wish she were here," I tell him honestly.
He stays silent for a moment, and I know what he's thinking. He believes himself too mysterious, but I know him better than anyone. Better than even mother knew him. He's not entirely an open book to me but we're getting there.
I know he's thinking about the fifteen-year thing of the Hawke daughters. One of us has to die, Ella or me. I still think it's a fluke but I know Ella doesn't. She became obsessed with the case right after mum died.
"Grandfather —"
"Go get some rest, dove." He intervenes. "Wake up tomorrow all fresh and happier still and we'll play a game of chess."
That thought makes me smile and I nod, kissing his cheek before thudding upstairs to my room.
I missed this. I missed it all so much.
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The next day, while Grandfather tended to his work, I went with our housemaid, Torri to Diagon Alley.
