Cakegate
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Loretta shouted, hitting my on the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper as soon as I walked in the front door.
“What happened to welcome home?” I asked, rubbing the back of my head.
“What happened to being on your best behavior?”
“I was!” I protested.
“Oh really kid, because the headlines would seem to suggest otherwise!” She said shoving the newspaper at me. There on the front page was a picture or me and Rose Granger-Weasley covered in cake on the dance floor of the Potter Thomas-Finnigan wedding.
“So you know about the whole cake thing huh?” I asked sheepishly. I suppose it probably was too much to have hoped the story wouldn’t have made the papers before I got home and could at least soften the blow.
“Damn it kid the whole world knows!”
“I’m sorry! It was an accident.”
“Well that’s not what the papers seem to think.”
“Sense when dose what the papers say matter?” I asked “Half of them say that Evelyn is dating Matthis Peters, but she’s not!”
“I’ve never even met him.” Evelyn confirmed. “And I think he’s an ass.”
“Your sisters dating life is not an international incident, this is.”
“It was a cake!” I said. “What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that this could impact your mothers ability to to be reelected!”
“Don’t you think your being a bit dramatic?” I asked.
My mother walked into the entry way. “My office, now.” her slight southern drawl seemed more apparent after the week I had spent in the UK.
“Good luck.” Evelyn whispered to me.
“Thanks, I think I might need it.” I said before following my mother into her office, my mother strode over to her desk without checking that I was behind her. Loretta followed me in and shut the door.
“Sit.” My mother said.
I sat on of the tan couches, and grabbed a matching throw pillow for emotional support.
“Do you want to tell me about the wedding?” She asked.
“Well the ceremony was beautiful and Mr. Potter and Thomas-Finnigan have excellent taste in music. And dinner was fabulous.” I said.
“Anything else?” She asked looking at me pointedly.
“I may have totally accidently knocked over the wedding cake.”
“What I am going to do with you?” She asked, shaking her head.
“Tell me how much you love me, and it’s okay because everyone makes mistakes, even you the president of MACUSA.”
She laughed “Fat chance”
“It was worth a try.” I said, slumping into the couch.”
“You wanna tell me what led to this immature stunt?”
“It was an accident!”
My mother raised her ginger eyebrow at me.
“It was!”
“You weren’t drunk?” She asked.
“What! Mom no! I had like two glasses of champagne, when have you ever known me to get drunk?”
“And you weren’t arguing with anyone?”
“No! You told me to be on my best behavior and I was! Rose Granger Weasley came over to talk to me, and she bumped into the cake table, and she was going to fall over, I tried to help her, but we both ended up going down and the next thing I know, we’re on the dance floor covered in cake!” I explained.
“Well it seems that the media has a different story.” She said, handing me a newspaper. I skimmed the article.
“We were not having an argument. We’ve never even spoken to each other! What could we have to argue about!”
“Mhm,” My mother said. “Read this one.” She said handing me a different newspaper.
“I was not drunk!” I reiterated “I just told you I would never!”
“This one says you were made because she was dancing with a boy you like.” Loretta said, showing it to me.
“I do not like Lawrence Boot, that’s ridiculous.” I said.
My mother looked at me skeptically.
“Merlin! You don’t believe me you do! You believe the press over your own daughter!
“It’s not about what your mother thinks, it’s about what the public thinks.” Loretta said. I sighed.
“What do you want me to do about it?” I asked.
“You’re going back to England.” My mother said.
“What? But I just got back like twenty minuets ago.”
“Perfect, you won’t even have to unpack.” My mother smiled.
“How is me going to England going to fix anything?”
“You’re going to spend time with your best friend, Rose-Granger Weasley.” Loretta said.
“What are you talking about, I told you I don’t know her.”
“And the media doesn't know that, so you’re going to get your ass back to England, and convince everyone that the two of you are best friends, and this whole cake thing was just a misunderstanding.”
“Do I have to?” I asked
“Yes!” Both my mother and Loretta said in unison.
“Merlin! Okay fine!”
“We leave in 20, and you’ll be studying this one the way over.” Lorretta said, tossing a black portfolio folder at me.
“What is this?” I asked opening it up,
“It’s a fact sheet on Rose-Granger Weasley.”
“Wait did she get one on me?” I asked standing up from the couch.
“Yes, and making it was the absolute low point in my career, and I had to be with your mother every time she met with Donald Trump”.
“Is that the one you had to obliviate after every meeting so he wouldn’t reveal the existence of wizards on that twitter thing?” I asked.
“Yes, and I came this close to obliviating myself after those meetings.” Loretta said, her thumb and index finger nearly touching.
“There is no way making a fact sheet on me was worse than that.” I argued.
“Go get changed and meet me here in twenty minutes.”
“And what if I don’t?” I asked
“It’s like working with a toddler.” Lorretta said.
“It’s either this or I have an auror kill you and ride the dead kid sympathy into reelection.” my mother said.
“You wouldn't.” I said.
“No, but you make it awfully tempting sometimes.”
“Fine I’ll go to England, but only so I have an excuse to Albus again.”
“That is so not happening”
“Why not!”
“Not on the itinerary kid.”
“There’s an itinerary already? Well, then I’m definitely not going.” I said crossing my arms.
“You’re going to England, whether you want to conscious or not on the trip over is up to you.” Loretta said.
“How will I read the fact sheet if I’m unconscious?”
“I’ll stupefy you and have May read it to you the whole trip.”
“What if Rose had the personality of a cabbage?”
“Then you write mean poetry about her in your diary, but if someone asks you about her you gush about her like she’s your girlfriend, got it?”
“Fine, but after I get back I never want to hear or talk about Rose Granger Weasley again!” I said.