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AUBERY walked down Diagon Alley with her mother, yet again, as her father was a bit ill.
"Molly!" Roselie greets, rushing over to them. "Where's Harry?"
"Oh, he had his first Floo trip, I think he got out somewhere else." Molly frets.
"It's fine Molly. I'm sure he'll turn up soon." Roselie assured, and Aubery sidled over to Ron.
"Hey." Aubery whispers.
"Oh, hi," Ron says.
"Hey Aubery, you going to try out for Chaser?" George asks.
"Oh yeah. I've been practicing a lot." Aubery nods.
"You better be pretty agile. I think Wood's going to make you jump brooms." Fred jokes.
"The Broom Switcharoo? Yeah, I've been practicing it. Gave my mum a good scare." Aubery laughs.
"Well, did you do it?" George asks.
"Once," Aubery admits. "Out of a hundred until my mom caught me and took away my broom."
"That's good!" George says.
"At least you got it! The other Chaser can't seem to get it." Fred says.
"Oh, Harry! Thank goodness! We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far..." Molly says, as Roselie quickly took her nephew in her arms.
"You okay Harry? I hope Petunia didn't treat you that badly. Dumbledore wouldn't let me take you, but believe me, we are trying."
"I'm fine Aunt Rosie," Harry says.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart." Someone announces.
"Ah! Here he is!" Molly smiles.
"Mum fancies him," Ron whispers to Hermione, Harry, and Aubery.
"Pretty sure he doesn't" Aubery scoffs. "He's not even that good-looking."
"He's written so many works!" Hermione sighs. "His experience with the Dark Arts is impeccable!"
"Seems like Hermione also fancies him," Ron says.
"I don't!" Hermione stutters.
"Ew." Aubery gags.
"Oh come on Aubs, we all know that you have a type." Hermione groans.
"I don't." Aubery deadpans.
"Come on. Irish? Sandy-blonde hair? Coincidentally named Seamus Finnigan?" Hermione taunts.
"No, I don't! And you better shut your mouth before I go tell Lockhart you fancy him." Aubery hisses. Of course, she was lying. "Alright, maybe he is a bit cute."
