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✧AN END TO THE SUMMER✧

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He was more than relieved as he was over a graduated Death Eaters manner socializing with those a few years older than him. Then followed a call to the Dark Lord. 

He was more than pleased to see Rabastan coming to the call, he wanted Cassi to join as well, thus allowing him to the Black manner with a task.

He told Kreacher to fetch Aurora, to tell her that the Dark Lord is calling, for whatever reason the girl was prepared to see Bella. 

But she froze as it was Rabastan standing in her foyer.

"Ready to go?" 

"Y-yes, I just have to tell my mother that—" The clacking of heels throughout the house found their way to the young couple, and here was the disapproving glance between the two.

"Rabastan, I hope you were going to ask for permission to take my daughter out." Aurora's eyes dulled, after she had deflected her mother's curse it was an on edge feeling twenty-four seven.

And she wasn't allowed out of the house.

Not to Harpers, not with Cissy. 

 Nothing.

"Of course Mrs.Black, but it's not me needing Cassi. The Dark Lord is requesting her presence, if you're ready love?" She went to go and grab her travel cloak before saying goodbye to her mother and leaving the property.

She swallowed thickly and continued to walk to the edge of the property line. "Rory—" 

"Please don't." She whispered. And it pained him to know that she was being punished for absolutely nothing.


Arriving at the apprenting spot did he not make a single move until she looked at him. 

"Rabastan I don't want to talk about it." He frowned, quiet a bit as he disagreed.

"Well I do, and from Reg's letter it's more than just a bloody time out." She shrugged, going to hug him as she whispered for him to get a move on.


Yet when she finally left the proximity of her home she let out a smile, even inhaling a breath of fresh air. "I suppose you couldn't come over—" 

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