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The week seemed to crawl by at an incredibly slow rate. It may have had something to do with the amount of hours Farina scheduled me to be in the clinic or the fact that a good portion of the brewers were out due to some sort of flu and I had to take over brewing Pepper-Up Potion and other easy potions. But mostly it was because I didn't see Dillan much and I was constantly thinking about the dinner with my family.

I spent all of Saturday at St. Mungo's working on my own potions that I neglected all week, but it was therapeutic. The Wolfsbane was coming along and the more I researched the stronger my feeling got that I was onto something. I had a nagging feeling that I was going to find the solution soon and that only made me want to spend even more time on it. But I forced myself to get back to my flat at an appropriate time and get some sleep for the next day.

After a night of fitful sleep I rose with the sun and spent the morning cleaning my flat. Days of spending most of my time at St. Mungo's resulted in not having much time for cleaning and it was in dire need of a few good spells. If Mum had seen it she probably would have shuddered at the uncleanliness.

Dillan met me at my flat at four wearing dress robes, which I thought was very hilarious. I myself was wearing jeans and a jumper. After informing him that Sunday dinners were not formal affairs he transfigured his robes into something more casual and he placed his hand on my arm so I could guide him as we Apparated.

We arrived in the bush near my parents' house and I lead him the short distance to the yard. He grinned as soon as he caught his first sight of the house and turned to look at me.

“It's like a log cabin,” he said. “I like it.”

Matt was already there when we arrived and was having a discussion with Dad about something to do with work while Mum set out a tray of appetizers. All three looked up when we entered. Dad and Matt rose from the couch.

“Mum, Dad, Matt, this is Dillan,” I said as Dillan shook hands with all three of them. “Dillan, this is my mum, Julie, my dad, Walter, and my brother, Matt.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dad said.

Mum nodded. “Have a seat. Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”

I lead Dillan to the couch and we both sat down. Matt and Dad resumed their seats while Mum returned to the kitchen. Matt grabbed a plate and piled it high with cheese and crackers.

“So, Dillan,” Dad began. “What do you do for a living?”

I groaned inwardly. That had to be the first question out of his mouth, even though Dillan was a grown man.

“I'm in the process of opening my own Quidditch pub,” Dillain answered. “I love cooking and I love Quidditch. And I figure, Muggles have sports pubs, why not wizards?”

“Your own business; that must keep you busy,” Dad replied as he took a slice of cheese.

“It does,” Dillan agreed. “Works out, though, because Amy is always busy with work.” He chuckled.

Dad grinned. “That's our Amy. She won't rest until her potion works. When is the restaurant scheduled to open?”

“In a few months,” Dillan said. “There's still a lot of work to do since the premises I bought hadn't been occupied in ages.”

“Well, once it opens, we'll have to check it out,” Dad said.

“A Quidditch pub,” Matt said. “That's brilliant. My friend John alone will keep you afloat. Are you going to have wirelesses so people can listen to the matches while they're there?”

“Of course,” Dillan answered. “You're a Quidditch fan?”

“Chudley Cannons.” Matt grinned. “Since I was seven.”

Dillan cringed. “The Cannons? Are you kidding? They haven't won a match in years. I support Puddlemere.”

“You'll get along with John, then,” Matt replied, ignoring Dillan's dig at the Cannons. “He's one of their strategists.”

“Really?” Dillan looked impressed. “Maybe he can give me advice on the Quidditch aspect of the pub.”

“Sure,” Matt said. “I'll give him your name.”

“Honestly, though, the Cannons?” Dillan asked.

Why was it that every man in my life was a huge Quidditch fan? I didn't mind that Dillan was a Quidditch fanatic, of course, but did blokes who didn't like Quidditch even exist?

“Amy's the one who introduced me to them.” Matt smirked.

Dillan looked aghast as he turned to stare at me. “You're kidding.”

I laughed. “I was fifteen and we'd just moved here. I wanted to get him a Quidditch jersey for Christmas and didn't know any of the teams here. One of my dormmates told me that they were underdogs, so I figured it was appropriate for a kid who could barely walk across the room without tripping over anything.”

Dillan groaned. “So if you had picked Puddlemere, Matt would probably be a Puddlemere fan?”

“Probably,” Matt said. “But it's too late now.”

Mum returned to the living room while Dillan shook his head and Matt laughed hysterically. “Dinner is ready.” She smiled.

We followed Mum into the dining room. She had set the table with the fancy dishes and there was a steaming platter of lasagna, a salad, and a basket of bread in the middle. I chose a seat and Dillan sat down next to me. Dad served the food and for the next few minutes nobody spoke as they ate.

“This is delicious,” Dillan said after a few minutes.

“That's high praise, coming from a chef,” Mum said in between bites.

Dillan chuckled. “I'm not really a chef. I've never been to culinary school.”

“Doesn't matter,” Mum said. “You'll be cooking at your pub, so that means you're a chef.”

Dillan's cheeks turned slightly pink and he took a quick sip of wine. I tried to hide my laughter behind a slice of bread.

“So,” Dad said. “How did you two meet?”

Dillan and I looked at each other, then I turned to Dad. “We met at a pub in London. I'd had a, er, particularly hard day at work and Matt was in St. Mungo's. I was at the pub and Dillan was, too. We went out shortly after that and well, we've been together since.”

“That was in January,” Mum said. “Almost four months and we're just meeting him tonight.”

“Mum.” I sighed. “You know how busy I am and Dillan's busy, too.”

“As are we,” Dad said. “And we're happy to meet him now. Anyway, Dillan, did you grow up in London?”

“No,” Dillan said as he set his fork down. “I don't live there now, either. I actually live in my parents' old house in Wales. I was born there, grew up there, and I moved in after my parents passed away.”

“Wales is so beautiful,” Mum said. “Do you have any siblings?”

“One sister. She lives in London with her husband and kids,” Dillan explained.

“So you must have gone to Hogwarts, then,” Matt said. “What house were you in?”

“Ravenclaw,” Dillan said. “The only Ravenclaw who couldn't figure out the riddles.”

Matt snorted into his glass and set it down. “Wait. You're the Riddleless Ravenclaw!”

Dillan sighed. “Yes, I'm the Riddleless Ravenclaw.”

“You'd think the Sorting Hat could figure out that someone couldn't do riddles and not put them in Ravenclaw,” Matt said.

Dillan shrugged. “Guess not. It wasn't too bad, though. Sometimes the riddles would be so hard that there would be a whole crowd of us trying to figure them out.”

“Wow. Seems like a password would be so much easier,” Matt replied.

“I often wonder what houses we would've been in if we'd gone to Hogwarts,” Mum mused.

“Probably Gryffindor,” Matt said. “Most times families are sorted into the same house.”

“Not always, though,” I pointed out. “I heard that Professor Patil's twin sister was a Gryffindor and she was a Ravenclaw.”

“I think they'd be Gryffindors anyway. I wouldn't want to be on either one of your bad sides,” Matt said.

“Good point,” I agreed. Mum and Dad laughed.

The room lapsed into silence, the only noise being the clinking of silverware. I took a few deep breaths and continued eating. It was going well, I thought. Mum and Dad seemed to like Dillan and Dillan seemed less freaked out than he did earlier. The Quidditch talk must have calmed him down.

Once we had finished eating Mum brought out a treacle tart for dessert. Dillan was thrilled since treacle tart was his favorite dessert. He had two helpings. Only Matt surpassed him, by having three helpings. I seriously do not know where that boy puts it. He's still as skinny as ever.

Dillan, Matt, and I volunteered to do the dishes while Mum and Dad had coffee in the living room.

“I think it's going well,” I said as I put away the dishes that Dillan and Matt washed. “They like you.”

“I really thought my days of being nervous to meet a girl's parents were behind me,” Dillan said. “But apparently not. Maybe those days are never gone.”

“The few times I've done it I've been nervous,” Matt said. He didn't date often since he was afraid of getting to the point of telling a girl he was a werewolf and then her rejecting him for it. I couldn't really blame him there.

“But now you've done it and it's behind you,” I pointed out.

“True,” Dillan agreed.

A few minutes later the dishes were done and we joined my parents in the living room for coffee. We stayed for about a half hour and then said goodbye.

“Nice meeting you, son,” Dad said as he shook hands with Dillan.

“He's a catch,” Mum whispered in my ear as she hugged me good night. “Don't let him go.”

“Mum!” I hissed. She seemed to be channeling Cinda.

“Well I know how you get with men sometimes,” Mum whispered. “There are so few good ones out there, so just don't let this one slip by.”

I rolled my eyes, but at the same time I knew she was right. I gave her one more hug before moving on to Dad.

“Night, Dad,” I said.

“Night, Amy,” Dad replied as he hugged me. Luckily he did not whisper bloke advice into my ear as he did so.

We left the house and returned to the bush to Apparate. Dillan squeezed my hand and gave me a quick kiss. “I'd say it was a success,” he said. I smiled and we disappeared with a crack.


The following few weeks were blissfully quiet. The March full moon came and went with little excitement, which is fairly rare. Usually there's someone who requires a stay in St. Mungo's or an unfortunate incident where someone gets bitten. Even Matt and the others not on Wolfsbane had a quiet full moon. I was incredibly grateful for the few weeks of relative peace. The second half of February and nearly all of March were so tumultuous that I, along with the rest of my family, needed a break.

That isn't to say I wasn't busy. I still had healing, brewing, the study Rose and I were working on, the support groups, Kenzie's wedding, Victoire's pregnancy, Dillan, and my family. Dillan was constantly busy as well, which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because he didn't seem to notice how often I was at work and a curse because we were lucky if we got to see each other on weekends. I was on call the first full weekend in April and we didn't see each other at all.

The support group I ran was actually a welcomed relief every other week. For an hour I got to be thrown back into Hogwarts age drama and teenage antics. Everyone except Kate had opened up and became great friends. Even Liane, despite her maturity and determination, managed to let loose every week and have a good laugh with the younger members. The kids hardly ever actually talked about their siblings with lycanthropy, but Rose told me that it was just as important for them to just know there are others going through similar things and act like regular kids.

In fact, if it weren't for two glaring problems, I'd say I was completely happy. However, the Wolfsbane potion continued to present problems. Every time I thought I was onto something it proved to not work or even be dangerous. My most recent discovery had lead me to a dead end resulting in a potion that didn't even make it past testing. It was incredibly frustrating to have every single one of my potions fail week after week.

The other thing bothering me was my mum's adjustment to life without Cinda. Mum and Cinda's relationship had been rocky over the years, but within the past ten they'd managed to put everything behind them and focus on the future. Cinda's sudden death threw my mum into a depression. She still lead her daily life and to most strangers she would seem fine, but Dad, Matt, and I knew better. She had been on autopilot ever since returning from Australia and it was slightly scary to see. Mum had always been someone to wear her emotions on her sleeve and never hide anything. Now, it almost seemed as if she wasn't feeling anything. She'd even stopped crying in front of us.

After a few weeks of insisting, she finally agreed to see Rose a few times a week. It was helping, slowly, but helping nonetheless. She never talked to me about therapy, but just seeing her smile again was nice. I brought Dillan round for dinner a few more times and that seemed to cheer her up.

“So I was thinking,” I said to Dillan as we lay in bed Sunday morning, in the middle of April.

“That's never a good sign.” Dillan grinned at me.

“Shut it,” I said as I punched him playfully in the shoulder. “Anyway, we've been to dinner at my parents' three times now, but I've never met your family.”

“You know my parents are dead, Amy,” Dillan said flatly.

“Of course I know that.” I sighed. “I was talking about your sister.”

Dillan laughed. “My sister? You want to have dinner with my sister?”

“I'm serious!” I said. “You've met my family and I want to meet yours.”

“But your family is so much fun,” Dillan pointed out. “Your parents have interesting jobs and do fun things with their time off. Your brother is funny and the type of bloke I could see myself actually being friends with even if you weren't my girlfriend. But my sister? She's the most boring person alive.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I said. “It's not possible that you and the most boring person alive be birthed by the same mother.”

“Trust me, it is. And I guess we'll have to have dinner with them now to prove it to you,” Dillan said. “How about Tuesday? That's my usual dinner night with them.”

“What time?” I asked.

“Six,” Dillan replied.

“I'll try and sneak out early,” I told him.

“Good,” Dillan said. “Gen and Robert have boring jobs that end at five every day. They won't know what to do with someone who gets out of work at a different time every day.”

“What does she do again?”

“She's in the Department of Magical Transportation,” Dillan said. “I'm not sure of her exact job. Robert works in the Muggle-worthy Excuse Office. A bit more exciting, but still.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” I grinned mischievously.

Dillan groaned.


When Tuesday arrived I knew there was no way I'd get to Dillan's sister's flat by six. Morris was out with an awful stomach flu so I had to take over his patients for the day as well as work on that month's regular Wolfsbane. I neglected my own Wolfsbane since there was not enough time in the day. By the time six arrived I was completely exhausted. I quickly changed out of my healer robes and made it to the Apparation room by six-thirty.

I Apparated to a neglected alley near Gen and Robert's flat and walked to the building. It was a wizard owned building, but I'd never been there so I couldn't familiarize it to Apparate. I located the flat and knocked.

Dillan answered the door. He looked as exhausted as I felt, but was smiling anyway. I gave him a quick kiss and stepped inside.

“Hi, Amy,” Dillan said. “How are you?”

“Exhausted,” I said. “Morris was out sick, so I was twice as busy. I'd still be there, actually.”

“Trust me, this will be more exhausting than work,” Dillan whispered.

The flat was very elegant, but I could tell just by looking at it that Gen was a neat freak. Everything seemed to be in its place. It didn't look like the type of place a ten-year-old would live in. It was also fairly large, with a kitchen, den, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a formal dining area. Every room was decorated with a theme and each looked like they were taken directly from a catalogue.

The kitchen was designed in an Italian theme, with reds, browns, and tans. I followed Dillan inside it and saw Gen and Robert cooking together. Gaven was sitting at the island, banging chicken with a hammer.

Gen and Robert turned around as we entered. Gen looked like Dillan, with long curly black hair. Her eyes were a few shades lighter than Dillan's and she was very pretty. Robert was incredibly tall, even taller than Matt's friend, John. He looked to be at least a head and a half taller than me. His hair was cut very short and was blonde. Gaven had the same sharp facial features as his dad, but his hair was just like his mum's, although shorter.

Introductions were made and soon I found myself sitting next to Gaven, who was grinning manically as he pounded the chicken cutlets. Dillan sat on the other side of him.

“Gaven, honey, they're pounded enough,” Gen said as she took the bag of chicken from him.

“Noo!!!” Gaven shouted. “They're not done yet!”

“They are,” Gen insisted. “Go wash your hands.”

Gaven groaned loudly and ran out of the room, crashing into something in the hallway.

Gen sighed as she began to bread the chicken. “Dinner will be ready soon. So, Amy, Dillan tells me you're a healer?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Creature-Induced injuries.”

Gen shuddered. “That must be awful.”

I shrugged. “You get used to it. It's actually quite interesting, once you get past the blood.”

Gen shuddered again. “I had an absolutely fascinating discussion on floo travel today,” she said loudly.

Dillan rolled his eyes. I tried to stifle my laughter. It was clear that she was trying to steer the conversation away from blood and gore.

“It was about whether we should allow Muggle fireplaces to be hooked up to the network, for Muggle relatives of wizards. It got quite heated,” Gen continued.

“I can imagine,” I said. “What did you decide?”

“Oh, we haven't reached a decision yet. We've been discussing it for years,” Gen said.

“I've sat in on a few of the discussions,” Robert said as he set a salad on the island. “Very interesting.”

Gen and Robert continued to talk about the floo network as they cooked dinner. I raised my eyes at Dillan and he laughed silently. I really hadn't believed him, but here we were discussing the merits of Muggle houses on the floo network.

Dinner was ready within a half hour and we soon moved to the formal dining room. Gaven rejoined us and started to serve salad with his hands. Gen scolded him and served food to everyone with actual utensils.

Dinner consisted of breaded chicken cutlets, a basic iceberg lettuce salad, and a loaf of Italian bread. Clearly Gen did not get Dillan's gourmet cooking skills.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” Robert asked as we began eating.

“I have one brother. He's six and a half years younger than me,” I said.

“That's quite a difference. Is he a healer too?” Robert asked.

“No,” I said in between bites of chicken. “He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“Her dad's the head of that department,” Dillan put in. “Bit of a family thing with them, magical creatures.”

Gen nodded and took a sip of her wine. “Very dangerous, though. I can't imagine working with magical creatures.”

I hid my laughter behind a piece of bread. Oh, this was too fun. Her reaction to Matt's lycanthropy would probably be the funniest thing ever.

“Well, Amy was a Gryffindor at Hogwarts,” Dillan pointed out.

“I'm going to be in Gryffindor!” Gaven shouted as he rolled his slice of bread into a ball, then shoved the whole thing into his mouth.

“Your father and I were both Ravenclaws,” Gen said.

“I don't care,” Gaven answered. “I'll be in Gryffindor.”

“It is the best house,” I told him.

“Yeah it is!” Gaven shouted. He stood up on his chair and pointed his hand to the ceiling. “It's where all the best fighters are. And Harry Potter was a Gryffindor!”

“I know Harry Potter,” I told him.

Gen sighed. “Please, don't encourage him.”

“Really?” Gaven asked. He sat back down and stared at me. It was the first time that he sat still all night.

I nodded. “My brother is his son, Albus's, flatmate.”

“Can I meet him?” Gaven asked. “Please?”

I glanced at Gen and Robert. They both looked slightly embarrassed. “I think that's up to your mum and dad.”

“I'm sure he's very busy,” Robert said.

“But I'm going to be an Auror just like him!” Gaven exclaimed.

Wow, I thought, he really is the polar opposite of his parents.

“We'll see,” Gen said.

We made small talk about various meaningless news stories throughout the past week. Topics included the weather, Quidditch, and the death of the second Weird Sister. All in all it was slightly awkward and as Dillan had ensured it would be, boring. Gen served a plain vanilla cake for desert and Gaven ate it with his hands. Dillan and I didn't linger after dinner, instead choosing to go back to my own flat, which was only a few blocks away.

“You weren't kidding,” I said as I poured us both glasses of wine.

Dillan sat down on the couch. “Told you. That was actually more lively than most dinners. I should point out that they cook that same meal every time I go over there.”

“Really?” I asked as I handed Dillan his wine and sat down next to him.

Dillan nodded. “I've offered to cook for them before, but they always turn me down.

“That Gaven, though,” I said.

“He makes the whole thing worth it.” Dillan grinned. “I've no doubt he'll get into Gryffindor. Gen and Robert will be horrified.”

“Was she always like that?” I asked.

“Mostly,” Dillan said. “Got worse when she married Robert. So, you agree that your family's more interesting?”

“Yes.” I laughed. Although I really never doubted that. It didn't get more interesting than my family, except perhaps the Weasleys.

The exhaustion hit me again as we sipped our wine. Dillan didn't need much convincing to stay over, so we soon left our half-empty wine glasses and got into bed. I fell asleep immediately, feeling very content, with Dillan's arm wrapped around me.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed this! I am officially done with school! I've finished all my work and am now awaiting my degree to come in the mail. I'm officially a librarian now in need of a real job. But the good news is that I'll now have more time to write! I've been working on this story quite a bit lately.

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