The Truth About Wizards ;; ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ

Parseltongue and Sight Two

[The camera reopens on a scene of Abigail alone on the stairs, now sat up, clutching at her knee, there was a large cut on her right knee and a deep bruise on her left. She tried desperately to pull herself up by the railing of the stairs but couldn't possibly make it, peeping through the gaps of the stand she could see the empty quidditch field, everyone had left.]

Abigail: Well shit.

Hearts around the hall begged for help for the girl whom they'd grown incredibly attached too over the cause of the first movie. Seeing her alone and down was something new for the screen, with her dynamic character many assumed she could never be lonely. Her friends looked over to her, they all new they were connected in an unexplainable way after their shared war experiences. That didn't mean they weren't sorry.

It also didn't mean they hadn't fought over the years, but they were okay, they also would be.

[She heard a small laugh right where the gap was and a flash of blonde hair bounced through the gap in the drapes.]

Daphne: Language hun

Abigail: English Daph obviously, unless you want me to start swearing in French 'cause I will

Daphne: You know French?

Regulus glanced at the girl once again, not only was every pure-blooded child forced to learn a second language but it was common they learnt French. Regulus remembered the countless lessons he'd taken alongside his brother would always insisted the swear words were the only ones he needed to know.

Abigail: Who doesn't [she rolled her eyes and thought back soft piano music played as the camera zoomed into her eyes, a dark haired male was seated at a piano, fingers flew across the instrument as he looked to the tall blonde woman holding a baby, the same woman who was on the Potter's floor in Hagrid's description.]

"Yes, I love flashbacks!" Pandora exclaimed, grasping her daughters hand and bouncing slightly in her seat with a wide smile.

UnknownBlonde: My beautiful daughter, my charming husband playing piano, what a better time than now to practise my french for your parents [her face turned as she made small eyes of pleading, her features revealing her to be Sophia Widow, although Abigail didn't know that at the time.]

[The dark haired man's head turned revealing himself to be Regulus Black, despite the fact Abigail couldn't have known this she didn't pull herself out of the 'vision'. The black haired man sighed and looked to the blonde.]

Josh and Barty Crouch Jr sighed in unison, before looking to each other. "Tonight seems like a good time to take a fork and stab it into a active toaster," Barty mumbled admiring the couple. Josh chuckled under his breath and looked over to the other boy whispering something that made him burst into uncontrollable giggles as the scene continued.

Regulus: Are you sure Soph, I've already told you the only person who cares about this is my mum and the only person I care about you meeting is my brother

Sirius mouthed 'me' silently as he pointed at himself as Regulus looked down to twirl his rings up and down his fingers silently with a small scowl. He didn't know how he'd made up with his bother in the future but god did he hope it was soon.

There was only so much of the silent treatment one could take.

Sophia: Still, just let me try, what's so bad about wanting to impress your mother

Regulus: The fact that she's my mother

Sirius snorted and Walburga Black glared at her youngest son who had promptly pretended to see something on the ceiling; knowing that when his mother did punish him for his future-selves comments she wouldn't do it in front of this many people.