Rise of the Death Eaters [3]

Chapter 4: The Spencer Clan

*Long chapter- about 4300 words*

"Why is it that every time I see you after an extended period of time, you seem all-" Sam waved her arms up and down at me, at a loss of words, making me giggle.

"Can I hug you?" I asked her, oddly. We were at the train station on the outskirts of Bibury and Sam was here to walk me back to her house. She gave me a deadly look before sighing and opening her arms for me to rush in for a bear hug.

"Alright. That's enough. We haven't been away from each other that long-"

"Oh shut up, you've missed me," I quipped back, squeezing her tight.

"Okay fine," Sam said, letting go. "Let's get the rest of your stuff and then we can get moving.

"This is my stuff," I said stupidly, nodding to my single bag.

"You pack light. This will keep you for a week?" Sam asked, with a turn of the head. I nodded with a small smile. "Er- right. This way" and in pure tour guide fashion, Sam led me on.

"Nice," I muttered, gaining an elbow to the ribs.

Bibury was a quaint countryside town lined with stiff cottages alongside a riverbed that ran down one side of the street we walked. It was like something out of a fairytale. The Spencer residence was outside the town as Sam explained on our way passed a mansion sized house on the corner, above the water line.

"That there is my grandmother Spencer-Moon's place. She's the reason we live out here," Sam explained to my raised brow of interest.

"So you do come from money," I started but Sam waved the thought aside.

"My parents don't accept a cent from her. The rest of the family is all posh and loaded like you, but we prefer things to be a bit simpler."

"You can live simply and still have an overflowing Gringotts account," I informed her but Sam wasn't having it.

I caught sight of the Spencer cottage through rolling grass plains with other cottages dotting the landscape.

What made me know it was Sam's house? The fact that there were a number of girls ranging from the age of 13 to 5 racing around the yard after a massive Airedale with something in its clutches.

"Bloody hell, Rin Tin's out," Sam said in exasperation before picking up the pace towards the house.

"Rin Tin?" Sam gave me side eye before starring ahead.

"Rin Tinny Tin Tin is our dog. He always finds a way out of the house to disturb the gnomes in the garden. Mum's going to have a field day if he gets into her tulips again. Come on we should help."

We raced to the cottage where I could see the tulips had met their destruction in turned up soil and broken petals. Sam took one look at her mother's flowers before cursing wildly and racing after Tati who had stopped briefly to wave at me in welcome.