[Chapter 26 - The Newest Arrival]
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When Genevieve came too, she was surprised to see that all the damage caused by the duel was gone. Even the shattered glass was whole again. Looking around, Genevieve couldn't figure out what had happened. The walls were different colours, and the French doors were clean—
French doors? There are no French doors in the teacher's lounge. So where was she?
"This can't be real, " she muttered to herself, examining the white airy dress she was now in.
The room was almost like the sunroom in a dream she had as a child but brighter and full of life. Photographs hung off the walls, each frame depicting moments of Gen's life. From her tenth birthday, as her grandpapa gifted her a book that would become her favourite in the whole world, to her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, each picture reflected her happiest memories.
As she studied each photo further, a light breeze found its way into the room, causing Genevieve to glance over to the source, crisp white curtains flowing up into the air.
With curiosity getting the better of her, Genevieve followed the zephyr outside into a wild garden, every inch covered in an array of multicoloured flowers. It was absolutely breathtaking, how the light bounced off the top layer of water in the lake and the humming of dragonflies whizzing past.
The witch was so entranced, she didn't realise the presence of another, jumping when they spoke.
"Magnificent, isn't it?"
Turning to face the speaker, Genevieve's eyes welled up with tears, her hands shaking by her side as she let out their names, afraid it wasn't real," Grandmama? Grandpapa?"
Her grandparents nodded their heads, embracing her in a warm hug, her grandmother rubbing her hair and her grandfather kissed her head. When they separated, her grandpapa, Yarrow, gently wiped away a stray tear that had escaped Gen's eye.
"You've grown up so much," he noted, looking at how much she'd changed, "And you've let your hair grow!"
Smiling through her tears Genevieve replied," Just for you grandpapa,"
"Good, because you looked like a boy,"
Genevieve broke into laughter while her grandmama, Calista, playfully smacked her husband's shoulder, flashing him a cheeky grin as they linked arms and began to walk through the flower-laden garden.
The witch couldn't have been happier as she strolled along with her grandparents, taking in all their features; from Yarrow's sleek grey hair to Calista's soft rouge; and how they looked at each other with such adoration Genevieve could only dream of.
"Where are we?" Gen asked, picking up a daisy and putting it in Calista's plait.
"Where do you think we are?" the older witch countered, leaning her head against Yarrow's shoulder.
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