the case of dawna flynn - r.j lupin

twenty-five

"We're so glad you're finally eating all your meals." Her mother told her as she sat at the table and twisted spaghetti around her fork.

"I'm also making my meals." Dawna added dryly before she took the spaghetti and mince and put it in her mouth and chewed extra slowly. Her parents had decided fo start eating dinner with her when she made the meals and it kinda disturbed her peace.

"Yes, yes we can see that." Her mother noted and her father stayed ever quiet.

It'd been a week. A week and she had been trapped in the two storey house. It was honestly suffocating after she hadn't been confined to a handful or rooms for a long time. She'd lived in a literal castle.

"Mum, Dad." Dawna spoke after a couple forkfuls of silence.
"Yes sweetpea?" Her mother asked.
"It's been a week since I've actually been outside. Can I go out to the-"

"Absolutely not!" Her father stood up as he slammed his hands on the tabke and he chair drew back and toppled over. It'd been the first time he'd yelled since they arrived, the first raised voice in a weekm

They didn't actually live in the middle of nowhere. They lived in a small townhouse in the middle of Wrexham, it was cosy and right by the town centre. She wouldn't even be going that far.

"The towns around the corner! I'll come back, I have to! I have no money or anywhere to go." The last bit was a lie but oh well.

"I said no Dawna! That is final!"

He drew from the table and stalked for the door to the kitchen,

"Cas! Maybe we should let her. She has been awfully good."

"Lily-"

"I am also her parent and I say that she can go to the town for a few hours tomorrow. But she has to be back ny 3:30pm." She looked at Dawna when she said the last bit and Dawna agreed. Although it felt stupid that she had such an early curfew. Really that she, as an adult, had a curfew.

" That's fine. I'll be home at 3:30 and not a second later. " Dawna promised her mum.

So the next morning, Dawna scarfed down her bowl of cereal, changed into the pair of shorts she still had from Remus, an old tshirt of hers that used to be and still was a little too big on her and threw her hair up into anl ponytail to avoid the heat as much as possible. It was July afterall. She made sure to stuff a pen in her pockets before she left.

Now, Wrexham was a predominantly a muggle city but Dawna had found a wizarding shop when she was younger and she prayed it was still there. She knew her parents didn't know about it as the shop wasn't really their scene. A record shop. Her parents weren't the biggest fans of music unless it was played personally on an instrument ao Dawna never really got to listen to music at home growing up until she got to Hogwarts.

When Dawna turned the corner into town and she spied the run down and slightly dingy record shop she could have cried for two reasons.

The first was the memories. The shop keeper, a middle aged witch from France called Marie, had always been a lovely woman. She taught Dawna French on her visits to the shop and was very understanding in Dawnas home predicaments with music and would let her spend hours in the shop juat sitting on a stool and listening to music.

The second was that she knew the woman had an owl she could use. The Eagle Owl, Walter, had been a permanent decoration in the store and Marie had had him since she opened the store when she was 25.

Dawna advanced on the shop.

She was so glad when she found out Marie was a Witch when she was younger, it gave them great way of conversation. She realised it when she spotted the womans wand on the counter beside her, the Eagle Owl with free roam of the store also gave it away.