THE CHRISTMAS holidays were going smoothly. The immense relaxation was a nice welcome to her as opposed to the mountain worth of essays and practicals she had to do. Sometimes, her mind would drift off to Harry and Ron, wondering how they were spending the break, and if they were any step closer to finding out about Flamel.
"SO WHAT house were you in?" Emmalina questioned, leaning forward to listen to her aunt. They had just started their discussion on Hogwarts and how Emmalina had found it to be.
Ophelia smiled prettily. "A proud Ravenclaw. Through and through."
"I thought so," Emmalina muttered.
Aunt Ophelia had always been described as "beauty with brains." It did make sense that she was in Ravenclaw. After all, in Hogwarts, she was the top student in one of the hardest subjects of all - Arithimacy. It had something to do with the magical properties of numbers.
As soon as Emmalina heard about numbers being involved, she decided never to pick that subject to study.
"And who were your friends?"
Ophelia hesitated for a brief moment. "Well, I would tell you but you wouldn't know them so..."
Just then, an owl flew into their living room, landing on the armrest next to Emmalina's right. She took the small piece of parchment that was rolled around the bird's leg, before giving Hestia an affection pat.
"Who is that from?" Ophelia questioned, shifting her body into a more comfortable position on the couch.
"It's from Harry."
Ophelia quirked an eyebrow. "Do you mean Harry Potter?"
Emmalina nodded, her eyes taking in the words scribbled messily on the small piece of parchment.
Hey Emmalina,
We still haven't found out who Flamel is. Sorry for the disappointment.
Love Harry.
Emmalina began folding the note into a small neat square, shoulders sagging in disappointment. She put the note in her trouser pocket.
"The boy who lived, Harry Potter?" Ophelia pressed, leaning towards her.
"Yes, who else would be named Harry Potter?"
Ophelia chuckled, her brown eyes glinting with something Emmalina couldn't decipher. Just then, Meera entered the living room, handing her sister a cup of freshly made Nepali tea.
"Which house do you think, Mamu would be in?"
Ophelia thought for a moment. "Well, she's not brave that's for sure. Not so smart either. And kind ... well ... no, she probably would have to return."
Meera glared at her younger sister who burst out into rather loud giggles.
"Well, what about Slytherin? You didn't mention that house."
Ophelia stiffened, her bright eyes suddenly turning sombre. "Well, Slytherins don't exactly like people like ... us."
Emmalina furrowed her eyebrows in question.
"Muggle-borns, I mean," Ophelia clarified.
"You mean like .... ?"
"Yes,"
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