𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄

𝟎𝟓. 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.

Marlene sighed as she stretched her body, cracking her knuckles as she listened in to the conversation between Dorcas and Alice. They were talking about the future and especially the things that could change when they were done watching the movies.

She liked to think that her younger brothers would finish their schooling peacefully, her parents would be alive to see their grandchildren. Marlene adored kids, she always wanted a few but her hopes had gone to the drain when she realized she was into women.

The option of adopting had never really sunk into her until she watched the movies. She really wanted children and after seeing her friends being mothers, she knew she'd adopt.

The screen lit up again and the movie began, Marlene smiled at Dorcas who had turned to her after Alice had left to sit with Frank.

Amaryllis was terrified. She glanced at the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years stood in two lines facing each other with brooms on the ground by their sides. Atria seemed to be in deep conversation with the blonde girl whose name she now knew as Daphne Greengrass.

"You'll be fine!" Ron cheered her up from the side, but he didn't look that hopeful. Malfoy had been boasting about how he had learnt to fly when he was a toddler and that he was going to try out for quidditch next year.

Amaryllis' face paled as their instructor; Madame Hooch neared them.

"Typical," said Amaryllis darkly.

"Just what I always wanted. To make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy." She had been looking forward to learning to fly more than anything else.

"We get to see Little Star and Prongslet fly!"

"This is the best day of my life!" James said as he looked at Lily, who looked excited to watch her daughter.

"Someone tape his mouth; he's going to be ten times more annoying." Remus muttered darkly at the look of pure excitement on his friend's face.

"You don't know that you'll make a fool of yourself," said Ron reasonably.

"Anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk."

Malfoy certainly did talk about flying a lot. He complained loudly about first years never getting on the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters.

How Malfoy, a pureblood prejudiced git knew about muggle helicopters was still a mystery to her, but she caught Atria rolling her eyes fondly every time he said something barmy.