The Flight Of The Vulture

Chapter 33: It Needs An Ending...

June 3rd, 2015

Belle walked alongside her very pregnant daughter through the streets of Diagon Alley. They'd just finished packing up her apartment. Samantha would officially be moving into her and Neville's new cottage in Hogsmead.

 It had been a long time coming, but after seventeen years of dedicated service, Samantha had decided to retire. 

It seemed that although Samantha's retirement from the Prophet was not motivated by her pregnancy, it certainly eased the transition. Her plan to retire had been set in motion months before the joyful discovery.

Although, the healer's continued to reassure that Samantha's condition would not prevent pregnancy or healthy children, it did add a few extra issues. 

She was not able to take a vital potion for the first time in nearly a decade. It was evident it effected her, as her shakes had returned with an exceeding vengeance. The potion she was given to replace it instead, made her exceedingly nauseous.

Samantha powered through rather insistently, but conceded she was not having an easy go at it. She was on slightly strict orders to avoid strenuous activity, which she dutifully complied. However, today she insisted upon being out and about. She had a meeting with Albert Blythe, her replacement as Editor in Chief. They were to discuss Albert's book about Samantha.

He was publishing the book in a month and wanted her to be the first to read it.

Duke flew to greet the man who was already seated at a table in the small tea room. He flew around Albert's head then landed on his shoulder. Albert was a fine young man, very dedicated in his work and according to Samantha, a fine replacement.
"Mrs. Fyre!" He stood and called out to them. He greeted Samantha with a small tip of his brimmed hat. "

"Hello Albert, you know we could have met at the Prophet." Samantha insisted before sitting down.

"And have you climb those stairs? Not a bloody chance am I making you do that." Mr. Blythe said pushing her chair in. "I ordered Chamomile tea, it's supposed to be good for nausea."

"That's too kind of you." Samantha laughed putting her hand to her heart. "Albert, this is my mother."

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Blythe." Belle reached out her hand.

"I feel like I already know you Mrs. Fyre." Young Mr. Blythe said taking Belle's hand.

"Oh?" Belle exclaimed sitting down.

"Ms. Fyre's book about your life, she's allowed me to edit the almost finished draft." He breathed out as he pushed in her chair before sitting beside Samantha, "You are an incredible woman."

Samantha had also been writing a book. One based on Belle's story of escape. It was terrifying to know her whole story, although slightly edited and toned back, could be public soon. Samantha had spent a lot of her pregnancy and forced resting working on her novel.

Belle felt the compliment genuine. His wording was too basic to be based in any kind of malice. "Thank you Mr. Blythe."

"Albert, I insist." He responded with a nod. 

"Then I will insist upon being called Belle." 

Albert smirked before he reached into a bag and pulled out a brown letter bound book. He handed it directly to Samantha.

"Incendio." Samantha breathed out the title labeled on the book. She reached her shaking hand back to her neck. "Somewhat an ironic name, but I like it."

"I thought it was poetic, considering you often faced your own fears." Albert chuckled. "The publishers thought it was just a play on your name. They can think that."