𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑

the sweet little werewolf

“She will rise.
With a spine of steel,
and a roar of thunder,
she will rise.”

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Be your own Sword

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AS IT TRANSPIRED, FLEAMONT was very excited to have both his children try out for Quidditch. As a Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team from when he was in school, he valued the sport a lot. That had led him to gift his children high quality toy brooms since a young age. He kept them sporty while all of Meredith's curiosity was built by herself. A week before their return to Hogwarts, Fleamont took them to Diagon Alley. He visited Gringotts beforehand and handed them pouchfulls of galleons before ushering them to buy their books from Flourish and Blott's while he went to ‘run some errands’.

James and Meredith strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of  gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Meredith's pocket was clamoring to be spent, so she bought two large apple and toffee ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows. Meredith gazed longingly at a full set of Holyhead Harpies robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until James pushed her away towards Chudley Canons robes. Then, she dragged him off to buy ink and parchment next  door. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, Meredith briefly met Lucius—who informed that he was made Prefect—and Andromeda, who were stocking up on Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power, which Meredith wanted to buy for Lucius as a gag.

An hour later they found their way to Flourish and Blott's, their bags jingling with Potion Supplies. They had multiple new books this year. A new book on Transfiguration, one fire Potions, three for Defense Against the Dark Arts, one for Charms, one for Astronomy. The shopkeeper was very kind and despite the influx of many customers, he helped the two of them find the exact books and packed them with a lightweight charm. But that wasn't the best part. When they left the shop, they found their father emerge from the Quidditch supply shop with two brooms for each of them.

"Dad!" James squealed like a girl, dropping his bag and bounding towards the older man. "Dad!" He didn't seem to have words. Neither did Meredith.

If one had asked Meredith six months prior whether she'd be expecting to be gifted a broom before her second year, she'd have scoffed and said no. She was ready to tryout for the team with her ancient Silver Arrow broom that she had been using since she was eight and she was ready to win every match with it. It wasn't comfortable and it wasn't a racing broom either. But now, her father had gifted her a broom.

They weren't allowed to open the packaging until they were at home. It didn't take long for both the children to drop their new supplies in their respective rooms before returning to the sitting room and ripping the package to shreds.

"It's a Comet 1972!" Meredith said, eyes glittering as she ran her hand over the sleek black wood of the broomstick. It was polished mahogany and the cushioning charm was so perfect Meredith wasn't afraid of injuring her butt at all. "Dad this model just came to the market!"

"And I expect both of you to make it to the team with it," Fleamont said merrily. "I got the best for my children."

James turned to her with eyes watering at the thought of flying with this and they did a mental tally. They were to go flying on it immediately. They stood up and Meredith tied her hair back with a rubber band as Euphemia chuckled at the enthusiasm of her children. It was dusk and most of the muggles in the locality were away, hidden by the Disillusionment Charm on the house so that any magical activity went completely unnoticed by them.