"If you looked up the definition for lovesick fool, Harry Potter's picture would be right next to it."
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Allegra Del Vecchio is a part of a household name in the Wizarding World. A notoriously wealthy, mysterio...
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"Once again, thank you for the lesson today Mr. Driscoll. I really enjoyed it."
"As did I my dear. You're a wonderful student," praised the jovial silver haired man. Allegra continued smiling pleasantly. "Thank you. Have a good rest of your day."
"You too Miss Del Vecchio. See you next week," he announced stepping into the black marble floo network. Allegra barely registered Mr. Driscoll exclaiming his location or the burst of green flames as she walked out of the living room.
The moment she rounded the corner Mitzy apparated next to her with a 'pop.'
"Mistress has finished her Arithmancy lessons with dimples. Would mistress like a cup of tea?" Asked the wide eyed house elf. Allegra shook her head with a small amused smile. She found it funny that Mitzy referred to her sixty six year old tutor as 'dimples' because he did in fact had very prominent dimples that made him look very charming.
"No thank you, Mitzy. I'd just like to be alone for now."
"As you wish. In the mean time I will prepare the dinner." With another pop of apparation, Allegra was left alone again. She continued to trudge up to her room, mentally exhausted.
She had just finished her weekly two hour long Arithmancy lessons with Leonard Driscoll. Her elderly tutor was a notable Arithmancer who had practiced mainly on the continent during the 1940s in aid of helping the International Confederation of Wizards, and numerous foreign Ministry's of Magic in an effort to predict Grindelwald and his acolytes next moves. Specifically predicting the probability of Law Enforcement's strategies, and coming up with his own conclusions by wandering around war torn Europe. Though Driscoll had officially retired in the early 1980s, the man still held a passion for the numerical subject. Her Uncle apparently knew Mr. Driscoll, and insisted 'nothing but the best' for his niece.
When choosing her elective courses for Third Year, Allegra's heart was set in stone on Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. The problem? She was the only Gryffindor in her year willing to take the numerical class. Even worse, one of four in her entire year.
According to Professor McGonagall, Arithmancy had always been one of the least desirable electives. Most students preferred to take something easier like Divination, Muggle Studies, or Care of Magical Creatures. Allegra's skin crawled at the thought of not only being the only Gryffindor in the Third year Arithmancy class, but in a vast drafty classroom full of only five people, including the Professor.
Professor McGonagall then suggested that if she really did not wish to study the subject in such a small watchful space, she could finish the Third Year Arithmancy course over the summer and join the Fourth Year class all caught in the Fall. Her Head of House insisted she was positive she could do it considering her continuous high marks. Allegra agreed, knowing she would have plenty of time over summer break.
Summer had been treating her well. It was practically perfect. Allegra woke up however late she wanted, ate whatever whenever she wanted, flew around under on her Nimbus Two Thousand and One under the hot summer sun across the estate's acres. She played Quidditch with Fred, George, and Ron the weekends she visited the burrow, and went shopping with Prue in Diagon Alley or muggle London. Only one thing had put a damper on Allegra's summer.
