Weasley, Amora Adele. Molly and Arthur Weasley's gorgeous daughter, the youngest of the Weasley triplets, Fred and George. The redhead clan's first daughter. She is a prefect and the Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, playing as a chaser.
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Amora's POV
"Alright and we're finished," I smile at Hermione, Harry, and Ron as they sigh in relief.
We are currently in mine and Viktor's home backyard. Viktor is at Rome for an upcoming match in 30 minutes, so I'll be flooing there to cheer him after this session with the trio.
Ron rubs a hand over his face, "Surely all these training aren't going to be needed?"
I roll my eyes and gave them each a bottled of water, "Surviving and going with no trace doesn't involve to be sitting down and looking pretty. Are you gonna flutter your eyes and plucker your lips towards the death eaters Ron?"
Ron flushes as Hermione and Harry laughs, he then says, "Well-"
I sigh, "In a war, its to be killed or to kill. I'm giving you these trainings so that hopefully Hermione won't get any headaches for looking after you two. These are basic survival skills afterall."
"Now- I have a match and a fiance to cheer on. So you three rest since this is like basically the last training you had because you'll be going to Hogwarts in 2 days."
I gesture for them to all follow me back inside and to the living room, "And I got something for you three, since you guys did so well for the past months with training,"
They all grinned excitedly as I took three small bags and gave it to them, "These are mini chocolates from Switzerland,"
They beam and eagerly took the bags and are already munching on them.
I hum, "Now I believe you're parents are waiting for you guys, and I'll be leaving too so yeah-"
The trio nods and stands up with the small bags and heads to the fireplace, "Alright, we'll see you soon Amora, goodluck to Viktor and be careful!"
Rome Quidditch Stadium
I cough a bit when I appeared in the box after flooing since the smell smoke seems to be in the room.
