"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...
Officially onto the Chamber of Secrets. Low-key high key excited for two words: Tom Riddle.
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Ron followed through with his word. The next day Allegra packed an overnight bag to sleep over at the Burrow. The boys had asked their mother if she could stay over for the night, and Molly agreed in a heart beat. If her Uncle was ecstatic or upset about her spending a night with the Weasley boys, he didn't show it.
"You go first," her Uncle told her, nodding towards the floo. "I'll catch up with you in a minute."
Allegra stepped up onto the marble floo. She grabbed a handful and floo powder, and tightened her grip on her bag.
"The Burrow outside Ottery St. Catchpole!"
She felt the familiar suction sensation, roar in her ears, and bright green flames that came with floo travel. As quick as it came it was gone, and she opened her eyes. She had no time for even an intake of breath before a pair of warm arms wrapped around her.
"Hello my dear! It's so good to see you again!" Beamed Molly. Allegra smiled sweetly, and held the older woman's hands as she pulled away.
"Hey Aunt Molly. Six o'clock, right?"
"Yes, and you're right on time. Ron has been jumping on his feet all day waiting for you." Molly smiled warmly at her. "I'm glad it seems the two of you only got closer at school. New memories, is it?"
"Something like that," she grimaced lightly. A moment later another roar came from the floo, and out stepped her Uncle. The corners of his mouth slid upwards as he looked at Molly.
"Molly," he greeted, bending down to give her a quick hug and light kiss on the cheek.
"Hello Caspian, h-are you mental?" Molly gawked, eyeing her Uncle's three piece black suit that had a touch navy silk. All the buttons were done, and his tie firmly to his neck. "We're in August, and it's ninety three degrees outside," continued Molly.
"And it's cold over 80% of the year in the UK," her Uncle retorted. Molly tsked, shaking her head.
"I swear, even when I met him when he was twenty six he dressed this stuffy, and here we are, thirteen years later, still the same."
"You say stuffy, I say impeccably dressed," he shrugged.
"More like the brother of the grim reaper," whispered a voice so quiet, Allegra wasn't sure she heard it. She looked towards the stairs and saw Fred and George whispering amongst themselves, and Ron warily walking towards them.
"H-hello Mr. Del Vecchio. How are you?" Greeted Ron like a deer caught in headlights. It took everything in Allegra not to laugh.
"Well Ronald," he nodded before looking back at Molly. "I trust her in your care, as always."
"Caspian stay for dinner!" Implored Molly. "The food will be ready in twenty minutes. It'll be nice for all of us to have a meal together, it's been so long!"
