How to get detention 3

Chapter 1

It was a mild summer day in London. Kids were playing; parents were watching contently; most were completely oblivious that they were in the midst of a war.
One person who did know, though, was a girl with bright blond hair with its ends recently dyed a light pink. She was wearing light-washed flare jeans and a black t-shirt, an outfit that had got her into trouble with her employer.
Persephone Dougherty walked out of the lobby of the London Shoreditch Hotel, or as Doc called it, the London Shitpitch. She was lugging a big black trash bag out to the garbage skip on the street.
A tall man approached. Doc recognised his silhouette- nevertheless, she pulled out her wand from her back pocket.
"The first thing I ever said to you." She said as he neared.
"Don't be a prat, Thomas." He quoted. She put her wand back in relief, and allowed him to embrace her.
She chucked the bag into the skip and brushed herself down.
"Not very glamorous, I know, but It pays the bills."
"Well, are you allowed to leave now?" He asked.
"Not really, but I'm done with this place anyway." She said.

They sat down in a cafe and ordered drinks.
"So, how can I help you?" She said, breaking off a piece of flapjack.
"Well, I'd thought I'd remind you about Bill and Fleur's wedding. It's tomorrow. Fleur said she'd wrote you, but I thought I'd come in person and get you... if you're ready."
"Oh, yeah. I'm glad you did, I wouldn't have remembered. I guess I haven't got Fleur's letter yet."
"A lot of them are being intercepted. By snatchers."
"Speaking of which, have you had any trouble with them?"
"No. I'm not sure why. Apparently they've been going after muggleborns. I've sort of been-"
"On the run?"
"Yeah." He said. Doc smirked.
"What did you do?" He said with uncertainty.
"I may have, Well, 'tampered' with the ministry files of some muggleborns. Well, by that I mean, all the muggleborns I know."
"How the hell did you manage that?" He asked seriously. Doc shrugged.
"I know a guy. He helped me get in. The security has become extremely lax."
"I did find yours, by the way. You're not a muggleborn, Dean."
Dean set down his tea.
"Really?"
Doc nodded.
"Damn. I guess that means my dad's a wizard... he left before I could find out."
"That's bleak." Doc said.
"I know... damn." He repeated.
"Well, I'd better get my shit together, if we're going."
They walked all the way to the south- down a little back alley and into the flapping duck.
Doc and Dean  threw all of her stuff into her trunk without folding anything.
"Shall we go then?" Dean asked when they'd finished.
"Can we wait just a minute? I think I'd ought to leave Sarah and Rebecca a note- you know, just in case."
"Sure."

She wrote,
Dear Sarah and Rebecca,
I've got to go to a wedding. It's one of my friends. Im not sure what will happen- you know how things are in our world right now. I'm sure I'll see you again, but just in case, I've left some stuff for you. You'll know what it is when you find it.
Thank you for everything.
Doc x

"Okay, let's go." They linked arms and apparated to the Burrow.