[REWRITING] SPARKS ⤖ F. WEASLEY

iv. heirloom

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iv. heirloom

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A MUFFLED YAWN escaped Margot's lips as she took her seat at the Ravenclaw table. For the last week, she spent hours each night helping Professor McGonagall organize decades old student records in an old storeroom. She returned to the Ravenclaw common room each night exhausted. Still, her homework did not care if she were exhausted or not. If she didn't have it done, she would only suffer more.

As she sat beside Faye, the girl glanced at her casually. "Think you'll get a Howler this morning?" she wondered. Both girls were perplexed by the late arrival of her mother's response. Margot knew Professor Dumbledore contacted her mother only hours after her episode on Saturday.

"Don't think I'll get a Howler," said Margot. "Mum's not the yelling type."

"Really? My mum would wring my neck after something like that," Faye responded. She winced at the very thought.

"The calm letter is always worse than the Howler. I'd rather her scream at me than have to read, 'Margot, what would your father think?' As if he and Uncle James weren't pure menaces when they went to school here."

The pair fell quiet when the owls began to enter the Great Hall, delivering the morning's mail. The long-awaited letter was dropped into Margot's lap by her mother's owl. She flipped the envelope over, feeling something heavier than paper inside. She peered at her mother's beautiful, looping script, seeing a dull square imprint in the envelope. Something small was inside.

"Go on," said Faye, "open it up."

"I think I'll wait," said Margot, tucking the envelope into her robes. She never opened her mail in the morning. It felt a bit too personal. She preferred not to have anyone peering over her shoulder, even Faye.

"Ugh," huffed Faye. "No fun."

Margot rolled her eyes. Breakfast passed by as usual, and Margot disappeared off to the common room immediately. She was curious what her mother sent to her. She rarely ever sent anything, unless it was Christmas or her birthday. She palmed the weight in her pocket as she entered the dormitory, taking a seat on her bed. She carefully slid her finger along the seam of the envelope, opening it without tearing it apart.

She peeked inside, noticing a small parcel wrapped in a pale blue, silk handkerchief. She grasped the handkerchief, which was wrapped around a little ring box. Unwrapping it, she noticed odd inscriptions on the box. She supposed it was in another language. Inside, two little golden bands shone as if they had never been touched before. Both had similar inscriptions on the inside. She sat the box beside her on the bed, pulling out her mother's letter.

Margot Helene Potter,

I am very disappointed to hear of your misbehavior. What would your father think? Fighting over Quidditch, of all things? You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady. After all the effort I put into raising you right, you go and make a fool of yourself in front of the entire school. Not only have you embarrassed yourself, but your family as well. Think of how poor Harry feels, seeing his cousin make a fool of herself! You're lucky Professor Dumbledore didn't have you thrown from the Quidditch team. Though, if it were up to me, you wouldn't play again until next year. I hope you're learning your lesson from all these detentions.