"That's the thing, Williams. Secrets have a way of making themselves known, whether we want them to or not. And I won't tell if you don't."
"And what makes you so sure I've got something to hide, Malfoy."
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Harry Potter and all related...
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"Come on Kiddo, it won't be that bad." He told her, looking up from the glass of Firewhiskey he was nursing with a smile and kind eyes.
"Yeah, maybe not—" She was cut off by the weight of a furry creature that jumped into her lap.
Pippin was Odessa's pet, and a pain in almost everyone's arses. This was mainly because of Pippin's kleptomania, it wasn't exactly something he could help, it was instinct. Crookshanks, however, loves Pippin, whether as friend or food, it was difficult to tell, but the half-kneazle seemed to have a sort of obsession with the little niffler.
Pippin was small for a niffler, just under the average size. He had small splotches of white over his brown fur, he barely even looked like a niffler, but he most definitely was one. He had lost the colour from his coffee brown fur over time, and it was now a ghostly shade of white. Pippin was absolutely adorable in Odessa's opinion, most of the others only thought of him as a thief, which to be fair, he was.
"Exactly! There you go Kiddo. Plus, I'll pay you fifteen galleons to put that pink monstrosity in her place." Sirius continued, the younger girl found her nose scrunching in disgust at the mere mention of her professor.
"You mean Umbridge?" She asked, already knowing that he did.
"But I think she's got enough galleons, Sirius, thanks to Pippin." Ezra butted in, just as a crashing sound came from behind them. All three turned to look at the door, where a messy head of red hair made its appearance.
"Oh bloody hell! Who mentioned the devil?!" Ron shouted as he ran into the dining room at full pelt, almost tripping over Crookshanks who hissed at him before slinking off into another room. Unsurprisingly, Harry was in tow, with Hermione just behind them. "Hermione, watch where you leave your bloody cat!"
"He's not a cat Ronald, he's a—"
"I'll tell you what he is 'Mione. He's in the way."
The trio piled into the dining room, each taking a seat, eager to join the conversation. Harry took the seat next to his godfather, Ron next to him, and Hermione sat on the other side of the table opposite them sat next to Ezra.
"Sorry Ronald. Didn't mean to mention the devil." Odessa apologised as a giggle left her lips. "Never mind 'The Devil Wears Prada', this one wears pink."
Ron, Ezra and Sirius gave her strange looks, while Harry and Hermione both looked like they were going to burst into laughter. Harry, Hermione both knew what 'The Devil Wears Prada' was due to their upbringing, Odessa knew of it as her mother wanted to teach and show her things from the muggle world.
"You're kidding? You don't know 'The Devil Wears Prada'?" She asked, a small smile still painted on her lips.
"It's a muggle thing." Hermione explained to them.
