After the tragic death of her best friend/unrequited love, Cedric Diggory, Elliana Kingsley, a Muggle-born witch, chose to leave Hogwarts and travel with her parents to the continental US, hoping for a fresh start.
But her world is turned upside wh...
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Redamancy: (rare) The act of loving in return.
||Elliana's P.O.V.||
A sigh escaped me as I braced myself to speak to my parents. I knew how much meeting them meant to Edward, given how old-fashioned he was. The guy's a centurion, for crying out loud. Safe to say, he wanted to meet my parents. But that would be so much easier said than done if he wasn't the vampire doppelganger of my late best friend.
How am I supposed to explain that to my parents? I mean, they were aware of the existence of magic (obviously), but they're still muggles. I tried to tell them as little as possible when it came to the wizarding world, so I could hardly say 'Hi mom. Hi dad. Yeah, this is my century-old vampire boyfriend who just so happens to be identical to Cedric, who you've come to consider a son over the years'.
As I considered the thought, I was almost expecting Cedric to appear out of nowhere and make a witty remark like I've grown accustomed to over the months following his death. So, you can imagine the wave of disappointment I experienced when he didn't.
Squaring my shoulders, I gave myself a little peptalk before marching into the quaint living room and meeting their curious gazes. My mother, Diane, had her dark hair pulled up in a bun, strands slipping through due to the silky texture. She looked up at me, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling with joy as she fanned her steaming hot cup of tea.
"Would you like some? It's chamomile," she grinned, taking a sip.
I was quick to shake my head. She knew of my distaste for tea, but she never failed to ask anyway.
My father, Wayne, appeared to be a rather 'prim and proper' man. His jet-black hair was always slicked back, not a strand out of place. But I knew him as a big ole goofball. His deep brown eyes were always crinkled at the edges due to sporting a jovial grin and now was no exception.
"You look nice," he said to me, raising a suspicious brow as he flipped through the newspaper. "Going somewhere, I take it."
I glanced at the picture of Cedric that hung behind their heads, my palms growing sweaty.
"Yeah, actually. I am.."
My mother smiled and took another sip of her tea. "That's nice, honey. Where are you going?"
It was now or never. I had always been able to be open and honest with my parents (for the most part). We had a very healthy relationship, so I didn't beat around the bush as I told them—
"On a.. date."
My dad perked up at that, peering up at me from over his glasses before setting his newspaper to the side.
"A date? As in an actual date? With a boy?" Mom asked in clear excitement.
"No, Diane. With a flying unicorn," Dad quipped with an eyeroll, earning a chuckle from me and a playful swat on the arm from her.
