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Muggle Minister Murdered
New Endings and Old Beginnings
But then again, wasn’t that what everyone always wanted: more time?
She hugged his arm and whispered worriedly in his ear, “Daddy, there’s an owl tapping on my window!”
It had been so much simpler when he had been an arrogant git.
What the appeal was in broom closets she would never know.
She pulled back her fist and WHAM!
Because what made a party at Hogwarts extra fun? Alcohol.
If this was what hangovers were like, she was never drinking again. Ever.
Or maybe she was just going crazy.
Wow, she was super good at apologies.
She couldn’t keep this inside for so long that it burst forward in a torrential flood of hormones, secrets, and awkwardness.
The wizard gods definitely hated her.
Oh, be still my beating heart, she thought as she stared at the mashed potatoes in front of her.
But he kissed her back. Enthusiastically.
It felt right.
“Rose?” Calla and James asked in unison.
She had been right. He did look at her differently.
There had been so many times Calla had wanted to talk to James, but she hadn’t been able to. She wasn’t allowed to anymore.
Recovery felt nice.
Calla knew she wouldn’t be able to run; she wouldn’t be able to scream.
James nearly fell out of his chair.
Calla decided things might just take a turn for the better. Finally.
...but instead she just stepped forward and kissed him. Enthusiastically.
And it was the first time either of them slept in on Christmas.
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