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The Thing About Weddings
I was beginning to hate weddings. Seriously. Most everyone loves a wedding- the excitement, the anticipation, the love, the flowers, the cake, the dancing, the everything. It was all very adorable and fluffy, and to be honest, it made me want to vomit at some points.
“Hi,” I said with a grin, setting down the cat carrier. Sir Thumbs was putting up quite a fuss inside.
Kisses and Cat Wounds
“Did you ever have a crush on Matt when we were at Hogwarts? Or since?”
“I need romantic advice,” I said, sighing. Might as well be direct since Rose only had a half hour.
“Could be weeks before Albus returns,” James pointed out.
It was hard to read his expression. He didn't seem upset about it, exactly, but there was a vague uncomfortableness that reminded me of the way Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur discussed my cousin Gabriella and her habit of flitting from city to city in her profession of starving artistry. Yet Albus had just said he didn't care about Matt and I kissing. Weird.
“Hi,” I said somewhat breathlessly after I opened the door. Matt was holding a bouquet of lilies. Every single guy I'd ever gone on a date with has brought me lilies. It got old when I was still at Hogwarts, but I wouldn't hold it against him.
“I guess I just like knowing that I won't one day discover Matt has a secret past selling dodgy cauldrons on the black market or something.”
Nothing to Worry About
“She went into labor while brewing?” I asked as we started down the street.
Falling in Love
“You've been distracted,” Bradley commented as he refilled his mug with tea for the tenth time.
I Love You
As we finished, the discussion moved toward speculation of what Albus did on his previous mission. This was a favorite pastime of James and I, and apparently Matt and Becca did the same whenever she was home while Albus wasn't.
I tentatively put my hand on his bare back, touching the biggest of all the scars, the scars I still hadn't worked up enough courage to ask about. He flinched and I quickly withdrew my hand, unsure what to do next.
“So,” Rose said as she sat down with her food, “what prompted this? I don't think you've cooked dinner for me in years.”
I needed to bake Rose a batch of biscuits or a cake or something in return for her easing my mind. Okay, I needed to ask Nana Molly to bake a cake for me to give to Rose in return for her easing my mind. The last thing anyone needed was to eat a cake I made, but the thought would be there, at least.
“But Wood wouldn't have gone from Puddlemere to the Cannons. That would be a bad move. He served Puddlemere well as a coach after he retired,” James said.
Rose raised her eyebrows, but revealed nothing. I'd had a fleeting hope that Rose would reveal something in her facial expressions when I brought this up, but she was Rose, so I don't know why I'd even entertained the thought.
What if my lack of ability to keep a secret ruined the best relationship I'd ever had?
Lycanthropy and All
“Hello, Lily,” Rose muttered as she let me in. “You better have brought something good.”
“Lily!” she exclaimed. “Why did you duck?”
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