Being a Greengrass after all should sound pretty serene.
But being a part of "the Emeralds" should not, especially when hearts become entangled with the infamous Regulus Black.
Goodness, lawfulness, or evilness. Which path will they tread in the ti...
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September 27th, 1979
The sun had barely risen, casting a faint gray light across Avery's bedroom walls. Outside, the streets were still asleep, mist curling low and silver along the cobblestones. A kettle whistled somewhere downstairs, ignored. Her boots lay by the door, laces half-undone, a sweater tossed on top of a chair like an afterthought.
On her desk, nearly buried under a stack of open books and half-used parchment, was the letter. She hadn't moved it since it arrived two days ago, owl-delivered and bearing the seal of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The parchment was slightly creased now, coffee-stained in one corner, but the ink was still bold.
Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Law Enforcement Auror Recruitment Division September 25th, 1979
Dear Miss Greengrass,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been provisionally accepted into the Auror Training Program, following successful completion of both interview and spellwork evaluation.
Your official training period will commence on November 1st, 1979, at the Ministry Headquarters, Level Two. Additional details regarding uniform, wand registration, and assigned mentors will be provided on arrival.
Please note: acceptance is conditional and training will be rigorous. You are expected to uphold the highest standards of magical discipline and ethical conduct.
Welcome to the fight.
Yours sincerely, Callum Rowle Senior Auror, Recruitment Lead Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Avery hadn't told anyone about it except Melissa and Violet. Her eyes flicked to the clock. Almost time.
She pulled her cloak around her shoulders, wrapped her scarf twice around her neck, and tucked her wand into her boot. She was meeting Regulus as they had promised to visit Merope Gaunt before the frost came in. Something about unfinished questions, or maybe just the compulsion to discover more "potential Horcruxes."
Melissa's voice rang sharply up the staircase, as always carrying further than seemed possible.
"Avery! He's here!"
Avery winced slightly at her mother's voice, but didn't reply. She wound the scarf once more around her throat, tucking the ends neatly beneath her coat, and grabbed her gloves off the banister as she descended the stairs.
The manor was still cold in the mornings. She passed the drawing room without glancing in—she knew her mother would be seated there with her tea, carefully ignoring Regulus's presence.
At the front door, Regulus stood with his hands wrapped around two takeaway coffee cups, steam curling lazily in the crisp air. His robes were heavy, forest green, trimmed in a finer silver than the ones he used to wear at school. His hair had grown longer since July, curling slightly at the nape of his neck.
