Aila Prewett is the only daughter of Fabian Prewett, born to him by the Veela during the First Wizarding War. Both her parents were killed by Voldemort, leaving her in the care of the Weasleys.
As the Triwizard Tournament is held once again, Aila's...
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Aila managed to catch a few hours of sleep before she was wide awake and staring at the ceiling, unable to go back to sleep. Perhaps it was her survival instincts from when she was younger — she had a bad habit of running away from home. Or perhaps it was because she was a light sleeper — just the slightest of sounds can wake her up and the other two boys in the room were snoring really loudly. Or maybe it was both.
By four in the morning, she was curled up by the toasty fire leafing through some letters. She skimmed through her box of letters before selecting an envelope that was dated just the day before.
Aila giggled a little as she read it. Upon hearing someone coming down the stairs, Aila quickly folded the letter, placed it back into the envelope, then slotted it in with her other letters. Her small wooden box was charmed to hold an infinite amount of mail, perfect for storing all her friends’ letters and never having to worry about running out of space.
“Aila, dear, why are you always awake so early?” Molly exclaimed in exasperation.
“Since you’re awake, you might as well go wake the others,” Arthur suggested, ushering his wife into the kitchen.
Aila grinned. That was her favourite part of waking up early — she got the privilege to wake up her cousins. Clutching her box, she dashed up the stairs, quickly placed the box on her shelf then ran to Ginny’s room. “Wake up!” she shouted, jumping onto a sleeping Ginny and Hermione.
She kept jumping on them until they finally shouted that they were up. Satisfied, she ran up to Ron’s room, carrying with her her trusty alarm clock. “Wake up,” she whispered, gently shaking Harry and Ron up.
“Fred and George aren’t even awake yet,“ Ron mumbled.
“That’s because you’ll want to see this,” Aila replied matter-of-factly. She turned the alarm on her little alarm clock and set it beside Fred’s head. Getting her charmed camcorder in place, she, Harry and Ron waited.
When the minute was up, her alarm clock rang loudly. Aila, Ron and Harry burst out laughing as Fred let out a startled scream and jumped onto George. “Get off me!” George shouted, pushing Fred off him. “It’s only a stupid alarm clock,” he grumbled as Fred continued to cling to him.
Aila kept her camcorder, satisfied with the video taken. Once Fred had calmed down, he turned to Aila and said, “I’ll get you back for this.”
She only grinned and skipped out of the room, only pausing at the door to tell them to go downstairs. She stopped by her room to grab her bag before heading downstairs.
In the kitchen, Molly was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove, while Arthur was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. He looked up as she and the boys entered and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a golfing sweater and a very old pair of jeans, slightly too big for him and held up with a thick leather belt.
