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"Now that you've both won your gymnastics competitions there'll be a lot more opportunities for you," Aunt Petunia explained as Simon drove us back home. "You'll have a 10 minute period to get yourselves situated before your trainers arrive, use it wisely," Aunt Petunia advised as we entered the house. Wednesday is training day. That means we spend three to eight hours working with various tutors to perfect our assigned crafts. Dudley would be working with weight trainers, I would be working with music tutors, art professors, and several dance instructors, and Harry would be subjected to several hours of grueling mental labor. "You're both dismissed," She said. "Thank you, Ma'am," we said before going to join Harry in his room.
"This is really shaping up to be a horrible day," Dudley groaned once we were safe in Harry's room. "You have just summarized the quintessential Wednesday, although today does seem to be particularly vile," Harry acknowledged. "We'll be fine," I encouraged, "we'll just grin and bear it like we always do." We all sighed. "I should go change into my leotard," I told them. "Yea, and I should go put on my athleisure wear," Dudley added. "I'll go get my books," Harry sighed. I hate Wednesdays.
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"Go send for Afrina, she's the perfect size for this new creation," I heard as I walked passed Aunt Petunia's office. "Yes, Madame Dursley, right away," one of her maids replied before the door opened. "Hi," I chirped, making her jump. "Miss May," she gasped. "Hello Fiona," I said with a smile to the short Scottish woman. "You shouldn't be here, your ballet trainer should be here any minute," she warned me. "The studio is downstairs, that's where Affie is-" "-Mistress Potter!" She gasped. "I could take on your assignment in exchange for... I don't know, another book about Merlin perhaps," I said batting my eyes. "I don't need you to do my work for me, besides your Aunt said no more fictional characters for you children, you're much too old to read that junk," she said. "But your son Archie does, so does Olithia's daughter Esmeralda," I argued. "I'll get you the stupid book if you save me the trip downstairs and get to your lesson on time," she told me. "Deal," I grinned before sliding down the banister. "THAT IS NOT HOW YOUNG LADIES BEHAVE!" She shouted after me.
I laughed and went to go find Affie. "Briar May, your instructor is here," the new nanny, who I did not yet know the name of, said. "Where's Affie?" I asked. "No time for that, if you don't hurry up you'll be late," She said. "Affie!" I called. There was no answer. "Enough of this racket!" she scolded, "you will go to your lesson and that's that, now go get your pointe shoes before I summon your aunt!" I groaned. "Fine then," I scoffed before trudging up to my room. "And put some pep in your step before I make you!" She shouted. I hate Wednesdays!
