When the Blinders are Lifted ~ the World Will Tremble Beneath Your Feet ~

“Do you two want to get some ice cream while we game plan for where to go?” Marissa asks as they enter the bustle of the alley again.

Piers and Dudley share a look. “Magical ice cream?” Dudley asks. “Magical ice cream,” Piers nods with mock sage wisdom. 

Marissa chuckles as she leads them towards Fortescues. Todays been full of surprises for both boys, so she can only be grateful they’re handling everything as well as they are at the moment. She does wonder, for not the first time, if they somehow manage to share brain cells. The two operate on a weirdly specific wavelength together. 

The boys stayed close enough that Marissa could hear them chatter about sights in the alley as she surveyed the people in the crowd. Habits die hard and she's technically on the clock from now till an official protection order with the DMLE is in place. Which likely won't happen before tomorrow morning at the earliest. And even then, she’ll most likely be selected to be the one to check in with Dudley and Harry until all the cases are over.   

It being early August, families are out in droves getting supplies for the new school year. Her dark eyes flick between bright colored robes and the shifting shadows between buildings. There were a couple Aurors in their signature red scattered around the alley and Marissa could place a couple faces in the crowd of Aurors that were either off duty or had decided to dress more discreetly. 

Fortescues is packed when they get to the door. The owner had a couple older teens behind the counter helping with orders. “I should be able to get us a table by the time you get through the line.” She ushered them through the door before heading into the crowd. 

“Whoa!” Piers exclaims, “Look at those!”  He points at the wall where a sales display of various enchanted spoons hangs behind the till. There was a sign below that stated their purchase was limited to one per person per sale. “I wonder how many types of things like that you can start a collection for,” Piers muses aloud, “If even the ice cream shop has something.” 

“There's gotta be an informational booklet or something we can find about it,” Dudley says.

In front of them in line, a small, maybe eight-ish year old girl turned to face them with a surprisingly scrutinizing look for her age. Judgemental crystal blue eyes trail down and land on Dudleys rings for hardly a second before she's releasing the hand of the older girl she was holding and turning to face them fully. 

“You’re both so obviously muggle-raised it's disgusting, but I guess it’s still only polite to introduce oneself.” She drops into a quick curtsy, pale blond curls bouncing slightly,  “Lucille Greengrass.” She eyes them scrutinizingly again for a few seconds before Dudley snaps out of the confused stupor the small child had put them in. 

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Greengrass,” Dudley says in his best ‘impress his mothers guests’ voice. “I am Dudley Dursley, Lord Flamel LeFay. With me is my friend Piers Polkiss.”

Giving into her curiosity, the older girl looked back at who her cousin was interacting with. Daphne Greengrass would deny under threat of torture, the breathless gasp that escaped when she caught sight of the dark haired teen being introduced as Piers. Neither boy noticed her lapse in composure, or even noticed her at all for that matter. Their full attention was still on her bratty little cousin she was watching for the day. She ignored the flash of emotions in her chest, Daphne was not jealous of a nine year old. 

Lucille gives a small nod as if to approve of his conduct even if she still has a small frown on her otherwise angelic face, “If you want to collect anything, the best are Chocolate Frog cards. There are 136 currently in circulation and you never know which card you’ll get.” A devilish smirk crossed her face, “Out of all my friends, I’m the only one to pull not one, but two Harry Potter cards. They're gold tier. Rare. Sold the spare for a favor and a heavy bag of galleons. Ow! What was that for Daph?” She asked rubbing at her arm that was pinched. Neither of them notice Dudley mouthing ‘Harry Potter Card?’ to his friend with the distraction. 

“Are you going to introduce me, Lucille?” Daphne moved so she was right beside her cousin before shooting what she hopes is a beatific smile at the two. She internally slaps herself, she is the Heir to the house of Greengrass, Ice Princess of Hogwarts, and ‘beautiful beyond reason’ as Tracy likes to complain. No person, no matter how pretty, will make her question herself. 

“Ah,” Lucille says, now pinning her older cousin with her scrutinizing look. “Dudley Dursley, Lord Flamel LeFay,” a gesture towards the larger teen before motioning toward the smaller, “Piers Polkiss. Interested in collector items.” Piers flounders for a second but is overrun by her continuing with a gesture toward Daphne, “My cousin, Heiress Daphne Greengrass.” 

Their group shifted with the line as a large family left the building. Dudleys eyes lit up, “It’s wonderful to meet you! I only found out I was even an Heir like 3 or 4 hours ago.” 

For her part, Daphne was finally registering his title despite having heard his initial introduction. Flamel and LeFay? This kid only found out he was an Heir today and already accepted his Lordship? Her brain was running on overdrive thinking of the ramification this could have in the political sphere. 

She was snapped out of it by Lucille letting a sigh so tired it wouldn't have been out of place coming from their grandfather. “No wonder your fashion choice is so atrocious…” She trailed off with a hint of despair in her voice. 

Piers hands go up to cover his chest slightly self consciously as he looks down at his outfit. “I thought I looked pretty okay actually.” Dudley was similarly looking at his clothes. He had changed into the white button up from his suit before they left the room. 

Daphne silently agrees with Piers. The color of the blue looks fantastic with his dark hair and eyes, and pale skin. The fabric clinging to him in a way that has her damn near swooning. She turns her occlumancy shields to full blast in an attempt to keep a blush from her face, “It’s not bad, simply not traditional wizarding fashion. Especially for a Lord. Do you have plans to do any clothes shopping while in the alley today?” 

They moved with the line again. Dudley and Piers exchanged a look and with a couple facial expressions seemed to come to the same conclusion. Piers shoots the other two a bright grin, oblivious to the way the Greengrass Heiress shuffles slightly on her feet at the sight of it. “This is our very first visit to the alley, we were planning to create a list of where to go while eating. If the both of you are free for a little while this afternoon, we,” He motions between him and Dudley, “Would really appreciate your help with the list and clothes shopping. We both need full wardrobes but weren't sure if we’d get them today or tomorrow. My mum has some experience but we don't know how far it extends.”

Lucille lit up with an explosion of excitement at the idea, the first genuine smile they’d seen splitting across her face. “Oh Daph! Can we? Please?” 

Daphne smiled down at her gently, secretly just as enthused with the offer. “We don’t have to go home for a while yet. This is our first stop today and I already have most of what I need for the new school year, so I don't see why not.” 

Ignoring her cousin's cheer she addresses Dudley, “Do you have a budget? Twilfit and Tattings is where most of your new peers shop but we can go to Madam Malkins should price be an issue,” She tries her best to hide her sneer at the suggestion, really, but she knows it slipped through anyway.

Dudley chuckles, amused by her obvious disgust at the thought of entering a lower end shop. He couldn’t help but find these girls interesting. They were obviously a high class kind of wealthy, judgmental and a touch rude, but willing to help. For whatever reason. Who’s he to look a gift kneezle in the mouth. Heh, wizard metaphor.

“Twilfit and Tattings sounds perfect,” He responds, “Neither of us have a budget so feel free to take full reign.” He looks behind the girls and realizes it's just about they’re turn. “How about we order as a group and I can pay for yours as a start to a thank you. It’ll also make it easier to find Marissa, Piers’ mom, if we’re together. She was looking for a table when we arrived.”

Lucille, who had gone red in her excitement, was scribbling furiously in a notepad, having started ignoring him after hearing essentially ‘no budget’ and ‘free reign’. “Thank you,” Daphne responds before looking at her cousin with a barely there frown. “You… You might actually want to be concerned. She already has a section with nine different undergarment styles that she’ll probably force you into trying on before getting your favorites in every comfortable fabric type available.”

She raises a perfectly manicured blond eyebrow when they both laugh good naturedly. “I think we’d have been lost without meeting you,” Piers says, waving it off casually with a friendly smile. Even knowing he’s referring to clothes shopping, Daphne can't stop the rising blush at the words no matter how hard she clamps down on her shields. At least her features remained stoic, if nothing else. Like a shark smelling fresh blood, Lucille whips her head out of her book to smirk at her cousin knowingly. 

“Excuse me! I can take your order if you're ready,” One of the employees calls out to their group. 

Dudley and Piers goggled at the huge selection of flavors. “Um, I know my mum would like a chocolate sundae,” Piers told the server who started on it right immediately. 

After a bit of deliberation Piers ended up with a kiwi, banana, caramel shake; Dudley with a hibiscus, coconut, and raspberry bowl to the giggles of Lucille who thought it was far too pretty for how ‘astonishingly massive’ he is; Lucille got a single scoop of pistachio that she proceeded to have absolutely doused in rose sauce; and Daphne settled on a pomelo sorbet with elderberry sauce. 

The owner working the register smiled serenely down at them despite the barely controlled chaos of his establishment. “Ah Miss’s Greengrass, lovely to see you this fine afternoon. Who might these gentlemen accompanying you be?” A quick round of introductions ends with him eyeing Dudley, intrigue on the man's weathered features. 

“Would it be possible to get one of the sparkly pink spoons?” Piers asked, eyes twinkling, and Lucille… Wilts.

“There are so many better options!” She threw her free hand up in the air, suddenly reinvigorated, “And you’re a man! Why do you want that one?”

Piers dramatically brought both hands up to his chest, “Lucille! Do you not think I would look simply fantastic wielding such a color?” He smiled at her mischievously, “And is it not the absolute height of manliness to confidently enjoy one's creamy confection while using such a garish pink utensil?”

A peel of bell-like giggles escaped the small girl before she got herself back under control and gave Piers a mock serious nod, “Ah, how could I have overlooked such things! Silly me, indeed.” Daphne was looking between the two bewildered as her cousin's grin grew monstrously mischievous in return. “In that case, perhaps we could look at some pink and sparkly robes while we're clothes shopping. For what would be the point of using a garish pink utensil if not to wield it while wearing a garish pink outfit?”

Dudley's laugh bellowed through the shop, “She’s got you there. And if pinks look half as good on your mom as I remember they do, then it’s definitely a color you can pull off. Could I get the Green Welsh dragon spoon?” He asked the owner before turning back to his companions, “Would either of you like a spoon or anything else?” 

A round of no’s saw everything rung up and Dudley placing his LeFay ring on the end receipt. EmeraldFang had explained the various payment methods he could use before they left the bank. Until he has the chance to meet with Ragnok, Dudley won't have any of the accounting books or payment cards for his vaults. At least he has peace of mind knowing he won't accidentally overdraw either main account anytime soon. 

“It was a pleasure as always Miss Greengrass,” Fortescue says genuinely. “Lord LeFay, it has been an honor to make your acquaintance.” Their group and the one behind them fall quiet as the elderly man gives Dudley a formal looking bow. “Feel free to swing by if you or Mr. Polkiss has any questions about the alley. I’d be glad to be of assistance.”

Dudley, having been given a crash course by his council on how to respond, returned the bow while intentionally keeping it shallower than the other man. “Thank you, Sir, for your time and care. Considering how often we’ll be here this summer, you’ll definitely be seeing us around.” The two exchanged a final farewell and the group was set to meet up with Marissa. 

“There she is!” Piers points out the window to a table in front of the shop. 

Lucilles gasp draws their attention, “She is so pretty. I see what you mean Lord LeFay,” she ignores Dudleys ‘Just Dudley please’, “If she’d look stunning in pink then so would Piers.” She also ignored Dudleys grumbles about her using Piers’ first name and not his. 

Daphne lags behind the group a step as they exit the building. Piers' mom is easily one of the most gorgeous women she’s ever seen. Her long sleek black hair looks glossy in the sun as it frames a petit but surprisingly fit body for a woman of her age. Her silver robes worn with an effortless elegance that drew the eye of more than a few passer byes. 

Daphne felt herself wallow slightly. No wonder he didn’t bat an eye at her own appearance. She couldn’t hold a candle to this woman if she tried. Daphne narrowed her eyes in thought as they approached the table. If the sole draw of appearance isn't what's important, then she’d just have to become their friend first, and that means getting to know this intimidatingly attractive mother of his. 

Marissa, for her part, was enjoying the sun as she waited. After finding a table, she set out the list EmeraldFang gave them for school supplies. Marissa feels herself smile when she notices the boys have two tagalongs exiting the shop with them. That’ll make this easier, she thinks, thankful for the additional help. 

The younger of the two girls was balancing a bowl on a notebook while writing, needing to be led by the older girl by her side. At first glance, they look strikingly similar but the closer they get the more changes she can see between their faces. Cousins or half sisters maybe? The girl closer to her son's age had all the bearings of a ‘Pureblood Princess’ and certainly the appearance to match. Marissa wondered briefly at the intensity in her gaze when her face was otherwise passive. This will certainly be interesting. 

“Mum!” Piers, waving a chocolate sundae, smiled brightly as he reached the table. No matter what happens in life, he will always bring her joy. 

Dudley came up next with a small wave but he stayed back by the girls, “Marissa, let me introduce you to our new friends.” The small girl lowered her notebook to look almost shyly at the agent. He motions to the older girl first, “Heiress Daphne Greengrass,” the tall blonde girl gives her a respectful bow. “And this gem is Lucille Greengrass, Daphne's cousin.” 

“It’s wonderful to meet you two. Have a seat,” she waves to the open chairs, “There's plenty of room.”

“Okay!” Piers pulls out his sheet of notes. “They’re going to help us with wardrobes, so that should be at the top of the list.”

Daphne leaned forward, “Do you have your trunks with you?” 

“Trunks?” Piers shook his head, “We just have the go bags we came with, so clothes second then.” 

“What shops do you need to go to for supplies?” Dudley asks. “We can go to those after clothes. We’ll be in the area for a couple days, so we’re not in a huge hurry to get everything today.” 

The Heiress looks pensive for a moment, “I’ll need books, potions ingredients, stationary, rune supplies, my robe order, and then a stop at Honeydukes.” 

“We were going to do books last since it’ll probably be impossible to get the boys to leave,” Marissa said. “I think Dudley would be interested in the runes supplies as well.”

“So for the list,” Piers starts, “We’ll start with trunks, then head to Twilfit and Tattings.” He was too focused to notice the amused look his mother flicked between them and the pureblood girls. Who she would bet definitely had a hand in influencing that decision. “We should do the stationary after, followed by potions and runes supplies, then Honeydukes and books last. We can get the rest tomorrow after the meeting.” 

“Meeting?” Lucille inquires. There was a small drip of bright red rose sauce on her chin that made her look adorable. 

Unable to help herself, Marissa reaches over with her napkin and gently wipes the drop away. Realizing how inappropriate the action could be taken in wizarding culture she sits back quickly, but Lucille is just sitting frozen staring at her with what could only be awe as her face blushes furiously. The young girl blinks a couple times before she starts shoveling the rest of her ice cream into her mouth in a bid to hide her embarrassment. 

Marissa clears her throat awkwardly before answering her question, “We have a meeting at Gringotts tomorrow morning that will last until the afternoon.” 

Not one to be silent for long, Lucille looks back up out of her desert, “What could cause a meeting with the Goblins to be that long?”

“Lucille,” Daphne starts, “Don’t pry, it’s rude. Gringotts rooms can also be rented for non-bank related meetings.”  

“It’s a family related matter that will hopefully work itself out soon now that the right people are aware,” Dudley says.

“Does it have anything to do with you claiming your titles?” Daphne inquires. The questions around it were still eating at her. 

Dudley tilts his hand back and forth, “Only kind of. It helps the situation for me to be titled, but the situation is also the only reason I learned I was eligible to begin with. It’s a bit complicated.”

Daphne frowns. Complicated indeed. “You don’t go to Hogwarts, are you going to another school or being tutored?” 

The teen shakes his head. “I didn’t just learn I was a lord today. I have a cousin who goes to Hogwarts but I never received a letter of my own or displayed any obvious signs of accidental magic so it was assumed I wasn't.” 

The blonde's mask of indifference broke to a dumbfounded look, “Wait, you're saying you only found out today that your a wizard?”

“You seriously wouldn’t believe the week he’s had,” Piers mumbles around his shake straw. 

“Wix actually,” He offhandedly corrects, “I have something called Decloris disorder, so even if I have a level 5 core, I can’t wand cast and my accidental magic displayed differently. If it wasn't for my inheritance test, I wouldn't have known.” Dudley said sheepishly. He really hopes the Greengrass’ don't change their mind on helping. The political questions EmeradlFang asked him ran through his head. There's a very real chance they’re farther from neutral than he originally thought. Their disgust at his and Piers' clothing was rather… visceral. Dudleys eyes flick to Piers worriedly. 

“I-I haven't heard of that before,” She says haltingly. “How about you?” Clear blue eyes lock onto Piers, again unreadable. 

“I know my great grandmother was a witch,” He says cheerfully, but Dudley can see the tension starting in his shoulders. 

Lucille looks at him confused, “So you're a squib?” Blunt as always.  

“Nope!” He replies, popping the P. “Nothing magical about me other than my bank account. Actually!” Dudley can't help but chuckle, knowing exactly where he was going. Without further adieu, his friend hands Lucille his certificate scroll.

“What's this?” She asks as she unrolls it before bursting out with a chortle. Heaving for air, she hands it over to Daphne with shaking hands. 

Two perfect ice blonde brows raise to an equally blond hairline, “How did you possibly convince the goblins to do this?”

It was Marissa who answered, “That might be the best part. It started as an inside joke between the boys, but it was actually a goblin who suggested the certificate.” 

It was quiet for a minute as Daphne alternated between looking at the document and the occupants around the table. Marissa wouldn’t need her training to see how on edge her boys were waiting for the girls' decision. She realizes that this is their first experience navigating the prejudices of this world, and she can't be anything other than proud.

“Well,” The Heiress finally speaks up as she passes the certificate back to Piers. “I guess we got our work cut out for us getting you both up to wizarding standards, don't we Lucille.” The grin she got from not just the younger girl but the two boys as well saw the tension bleeding out of her shoulders.

Daphne took a deep breath to center herself. She could work with this. Maybe. Despite not hating muggles like some of her peers, she also has no love and never gave it the time of day to learn anything about them. And yet, she finds herself with something as stupid as a crush. It is a slight consolation he at least has wizarding ancestry and knows about magic.  

“So, who was your magical ancestor?” Daphne asks, only to choke on a spoonful of sorbet when she gets the answer.

“Oh! A woman named Vinda Rosnier.” Came the entirely over cheerful reply. “Are you okay?” He asks, handing her a napkin. 

“You’re related to the Rosniers?” Daphne is finally able to ask. Pushing her almost empty bowl away from her. 

“Apparently,” Piers shrugs, “I haven't had the chance to look into the family yet. Like Dudley, I found out after an inheritance test today, but I just had a surprise vault and no titles.”

“Fascinating,” She whispers more to herself than anything, “Anyways, I’m finished with mine, and Lucille looks about done as well.” 

Dudley ate the last couple bites of his before stacking the bowl with the Greengrass’ and placing Marissa's cup on top. “You ready Piers? Do we need to bus the tables or are we good to leave them here?”

Lucille answered, “The tables will self clean after we get up with the intention of leaving.”

“Magic is so cool,” Piers says as he finishes off his shake and stands with his sheet of notes. “Lets get some trunks!” 

The trip to the trunk shop took only a minute before they were walking through the front door. Counter to Fortescue's bright colors and open windows, ‘Bewitching Trunks’ is cluttered and dim. The only light being from the small windows in the front and a few scattered lamps through the expanded room. 

At the back of the room, Dudley could make out a small figure bent over a trunk. An array of colored light left their wand as they moved it continuously, going from one spell to the next with seamless efficiency. He could see various spots on the trunk light up as the spells collided and absorb into the material. Perhaps that was why it was so dark? So that they could see if the spells took or not. 

Deciding to wait for them to approach, he starts looking at some of what they have on display. The displays all had description tags that explained the charms and features of the different models. They had been split into separate sections, some specialized for a Wixens profession, others specific for traveling, or storage of specific items and animals. To his utter astonishment, there was even a rather large section just for various ‘house’ and ‘apartment’ trunks. 

Daphne and Piers settle next to him as he’s gaping at the house trunks. All three of them startle when Marissa's voice sounds behind them, “Piers, new rule. No live-in trunks until you're out of the house.” Lucille giggles at his expression from where she had glued herself to the older woman's side. 

“Well I’d probably be out of the house a lot sooner if I had one,” Piers jokes back. 

Almost too quick, if he had blinked Dudley would have missed it, a small but genuinely fond smile hitches on Daphne's mouth as she looks at his friend. Interesting, what could that have been about?

“There are so many options it's almost overwhelming. But I think I know generally what I’m looking for,” Dudley remarks. 

“One of the multi-compartment ones?” Piers asks. At Dudley's nod he continues, “I was thinking similar, but I want to know if the compartment types can be customized.” 

“It may be an extra charge if there isn’t one ready, but I don't see why you couldn’t,” Daphne says. 

“Quite right young lady,” A surprisingly bright and clear voice came from the old woman who had been working in the back when they entered. She was stout and hunched with age, deep wrinkles covered every inch of visible paper thin skin, and her hair was short white and smooth against her head. Despite all the signs of age, her eyes are as sharp as sharp as her voice is clear. Her expression was appraising and amused in equal measure. Probably by the odd group they made up. 

“What exactly are you looking for, young man?” Her piercing gaze directed toward Piers. 

“Uh-” He flounders inarticulately for a second, “I don’t need the potions and boom supplies sections of the seven compartment trunks, so I was wondering if they could be replaced with shelves that could be like pulled up or something,” Piers mimes what he’s trying to talk about.

The old woman hums as she turns away from the group to waddle through the isles, “Look at this feature and see if it is what you’re wanting.” She opens a lid in a random pile and then reaches in to grab a flat piece of wood that was level with the lip of the trunk. As she pulls it up, it looks like she's lifting a tiered shelf.

“That’s perfect!” Piers exclaims. “How many shelves can it have?” 

The lady pushes it back down and closes the trunk before answering. “As many up to six feet tall per compartment. I have a couple pre-made already but you will be more limited on price and material.”

“That’s no problem, I’m sure I can find one that works,” He waves her off, “How ‘bout you Duds?”

“I’m looking for everything in the seven compartment trunks but I was wondering if an addition could be added to hold rune supplies?”

“Doable,” the woman says, “Same as the other young man, I have some already prepared you can parse through. Anything else I can get for you today?”

“Could you walk us through your selection of Library trunks?” Dudley asks.

“Library trunks?!” Dudley laughs at his friend, he must have missed the section near the house trunks.

20 minutes later they were walking out with not only two trunks each but expanded and featherlight messenger bags. When the woman, they learned was the owner, realized they had gold to shell, she managed to talk them into as many protective, safety, and anti-theft charms as she could to shove down their throat. Lucille had then ‘innocently’ reminded the owner that they didn't have any bags, only for them to immediately tell the owner to just charge them for what she feels they need to finally get out of her clutches. 

Both boys noticed how Daphne nearly blanched at the final price tag, only to openly blanch when they both added an additional 50 galleons for a tip to the already monstrous price.  “Well,” The Heiress starts, the early afternoon sun making her hair glow as they exit the shop, “I’m officially terrified of that woman.” 

Besides her, Lucilles gives a small shiver, “A true business woman. I wonder if she takes apprentices.” To her credit, she doesn't shrink at the four incredulous pairs of eyes that direct towards her. “What?!”

“Anyways,” Dudley shakes his head trying to get rid of the image of Lucille becoming as bloodthirsty as the old woman they just left behind. “Clothes! Lead the way my lady,” he says in jest with a small bow to Daphne. 

“In addition to everyday clothing, you’ll need a couple sets for special occasions or scenarios,” she explains as they walk down the alley. “Such as various levels of formality. You wouldn't wear the same thing to the Wizengamot that you would to a ball for instance.”

“There's also clothes you would only wear in the house,” Lucille chimes in.

“Like loungewear?” Piers asks, “Does that mean I could get a cool embroidered dressing robe? The winter ones in the TV shows look so comfortable.” 

“TV shows?” Daphne asks in response. The unfamiliar term rolling around in her head.

“It’s a little complicated without an example,” Marissa tells her, “But Non-magicals have special cameras that allow them to record actions and sounds continuously rather than to take a still image. There's a whole acting industry surrounding it, where they create stories you can sit and watch at home for entertainment. I’ve been told it’s almost like watching a pensive from the outside.”

“So you can watch the opera at home?” Lucilla asks excitedly.

Marissa smiles kindly down at her, “Kind of. Perhaps you could convince your parents to take you to the movie theater, there are several showings everyday.” 

The small girl deflated slightly. “It’s not very likely our fathers would know how to get there or allow us to go without them.” Daphne responds for her cousin.

“Neither of us have gone this summer yet and there are some great new releases! We’d love to take you if you ever got permission,” Piers says with a smile. 

“Perhaps,” she says with a smile of her own. “Here we are, Twillfit and Tattings. Best store in the alley for clothing.” She stops outside of the doors to face the boys. “Let me and Lucille take the lead, but please speak up if you have any objections or requests.” Receiving two twin nods, she spins around and enters the store. 

“Ah Heir Greengrass, what a lovely surprise,” A young witch in a floor length tightfitting red dress came around the counter to greet them. “Are you here to pick up your school uniform?” Her pleasant smile strained slightly as she looked at Dudley and Piers over Daphne's shoulder. Did they really stand out that much? Dudley couldn't help but shift self consciously.

“Yes, it should be an order for two summer sets and two winter sets. Me and my cousin will also be assisting these gentlemen with the selection of full wardrobes.” The other woman's eyes double in size for a second before her smile shifts to somthing unforced. 

“Welcome in! My name is Abigail Fawley, I’ll be the one to take your measurements and work through the style and color options.” 

“Well met, Miss Fawley. My name is Dudley Dursley, Lord to the houses of Flamel and LeFay, and this is my friend Piers Polkiss,” He’s trying his hardest not to show his amusement at the way Daphne smirks almost cruelly at the other witch when her eyes widen again. “We’ll be rather hand off through the process other than offering our opinion when it's needed. We leave ourselves in your capable hands,” He finishes with a slight bow.              

Lucille jumps into action without giving the employee a chance and drags them over to the platforms for getting their measurements. She then turns to the employee and shoves her notebook into her hands, “Here are my notes on the colors that would look good on them and which ones we should avoid. Here,” She points at another section,”Are the different styles I want to see them in before making any decisions.” 

Rolling with the girl's eccentricities, Fawley gives her a nod, “Yes, ma’am.” Then her wand was in the air flicking with flourishing motions that sent the measuring tapes flying into action. “Will you be wanting to walk out in a change of clothes?”

“Yes,” Lucille and Daphne answer for them at the same time. Lucille continues, “You have to look at least as good as I do if you're to be seen with me in public,” She sniffs haughtily, giving them a dramatic once over. 

“What an incredible child,” Marissa says quietly as she watches Lucille follow the employee back to the desk that had the books on styles. She reminded the mom in some ways of her son and it made her heart clench at the thought that she would never have a little girl of her own. “I may as well look around and see if there's a new robe I can procure. You three can find me if you need any help.”

“So,” Daphne begins, eyes trailing Marissa before turning her full attention back to the boys, “What exactly does your mom do for work, Piers?”

The two share a wide eyed look before they both shrug. “I honestly don't think I know half of it. I had thought she was a detective, but with Dudley's family stuff happening we learned that wasn't exactly the case.” 

“From what I gathered from her explanation, Marissa works for an agency that's partnered with the DMLE and her boss is pretty much Amelia Bones’ non-magical equivalent.” 

Recognition ignites in the Heiresses eyes, “Really? How long has she been with the department?” 

Another shrug from Piers, but it ends halfway when Daphne glares at the motion. “I think since I was a toddler at least.” The blonde turns to look back at where Marissa was checking out a mannequin, respect clear in her eyes. “Are you familiar with them at all? We only found out last night and there hasn’t really been time to ask questions.”

“The agents have a… reputation. I’ve heard my father both praise and complain about some of the cases they’ve brought before the Wizengamot. And as much as the Ministry hates to acknowledge it, our best Aurors are the ones that go through their training or are paired with their agents for missions.”

“Hell yeah,” Piers grins, “So my moms an even bigger badass than I originally thought?”

Daphne openly laughs for the first time since meeting them. “Oh completely. We should check to make sure Lucille hasn’t managed to catch anything on fire or cause an aneurysm.”

They hadn’t made it halfway before a small blonde was shoving bundles of fabric into Piers and Dudleys arms and dragging them towards the changing rooms. “Try these and separate out the ones you like. Come back out when you're done.” 

Looking down, Dudley realized the bundle was all various types of underwear and sock styles. Far from embarrassed he just shoots her a grin before closing the curtain behind him. The space must be expanded, he realizes. From the outside there was a row of curtains butting up against each other making it seem as if the rooms were the width of the opening.

It didn’t take him long to sort out his piles, chuckling along to the comments he could hear Piers making from the room over. Some of the designs weren’t quite to Dudleys taste, but he has absolutely no idea which pair his friend thinks makes himself look like a male stripper. And why did his friend choose that specific pair of underwear to try socks on with?

Opening the curtains again, he’s met with the sight of Daphne flushed a startling bright red and eyes looking anywhere but Piers curtain. Ah, she must have also heard. 

He puts the bundles on the table as Piers exits too. “Man, one of those pairs was wild.”

Daphne had to clear her throat a couple times before she was able to speak, “There are fabric swatches you can parse through to see what you’d like them made out of.” 

“You alright?” Piers asks with concern, “Can I get you some water?” If possible, her blush flared brighter in the face of his concern. Huh, Dudley muses, she must be embarrassed or something. 

Lucille soon had stacks of pants in their arms with the order to come out and show them each pair. The process of them trying on and showing off clothes continues until Lucille hands them both an outfit with the instructions to change and pack away what they are currently wearing into their trunks. 

Dudley comes out in a thin long sleeve beige shirt that cups his neckline, tucked into a pair of high-waisted tapered trousers in an earthy brown. Over the top is a short sleeved flowing light green robe that falls halfway down his calves. The more Dudley moves around in the robes, the more he starts to like how the material feels as it trails behind him. This robe, compared to some he had tried on, was meant to be worn open. To finish it off, Miss Fawley had pushed a dark leather belt and pair of shoes through the curtain. 

“Well, what do you think,” He asks, giving a twirl to the group of women. 

Marissa reaches out to smooth a hand across the collar of his robe with a soft smile, “You look great, Dudley. Makes you seem taller and put together. Now, what's taking my other son so long?” Dudley shoots her a bright smile at the causal inclusion of him being her kid too. 

“I-,” Piers cuts off as there's some shuffling of clothes behind the curtain. “Lucille, did you give me the right outfit?”

The blonde girl doesnt even try to hide her shit eating grin, “Oh absolutely, hurry up and come show us!”

Daphnes releases a sigh at her cousin's antics. She was already lamenting the visual loss of Piers' ass in muggle jeans, “What exactly did you do?” But she didn't need her cousin's response because Piers chose that moment to exit the changing room. He was glaring playfully at Lucille, but that wasn't what stole her breath. 

Her little brat of a cousin decided to dress him up as if he was her personal porcelain doll. Shiny platform black shoes pulled over bone white socks that ended just below his knees. Yellow pleated trouser shorts that matched Marissa's sun dress came to right above knee height, leaving a sliver of skin visible between the items. His top was a white button-up tucked into the shorts, perfectly tailored to his slim size with yellow embroidered stitching along the collar and cuffs. Pulling it together is a shimmering silver open-front half robe that falls to mid thigh. The sleeves flaring wide and open from shoulder to elbow. A black belt, as shiny as the shoes, cinched his waist. 

Piers raised a hand to awkwardly rub at the nape of his neck. His black hair long enough to curl slightly around his fingers, softened his appearance even further. “I swear you're just putting me in clothes you wish you could wear, Lucille. I look like a bloody doll!” 

“A very, very adorable doll, yes,” She says back unrepentantly.

“I’m a 16 year old man who already looks like his mother! Adorables not the vibe I’m trying to go for here,” He laments in mock despair before giving a twirl of his own regardless. “I look good?” Piers smirk is amused more than anything, “Can’t say I would have ever chosen this for myself, but I don't necessarily hate it.”         

“Good, you’re an untitled friend to a Lord of two houses. Society will have an eye on you because of the association. I’m also tired of the British male fashion trends that have stagnated for over 200 years, so hopefully we can influence the decisions of the masses if you get into the paper.” Lucille says with all the blunt confidence of a nine year old. 

“Uhm…” Piers really didn't know how to respond to that. 

His mother, however, just laughed. “More like you’re setting him up to be on the Witch Weekly's ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’, or ‘Hottest Wizard Under 30’ lists!” 

“That’s a thing? Of course it is a thing, what am I thinking. At least there's no way I’d actually get added, me not being a wizard and all,” Piers successfully reassures himself. Daphne’s not as reassured, mainly because she would vote for him in an instant if she saw him appear in the paper as he currency was. “Anything else we need to look through?”

The employee takes the lead, “Just picking out shoes, belts, and cufflink sets should you like.” Abigail Fawley was practically splitting at the seams with joy. Working with the clientele that often comes through the doors rarely allows her creative liberty in any form. As long as the younger Greengrass got to do as she pleased, she hadn’t cared if Abigail added in a couple of her own designs she'd been wanting to put together for years. On top of it all, she receives a small percent of commission off orders like this, and by the goddess Hecate will this be a large commission.    

As they’re looking at shoes, Daphne voices one of the questions she had been wondering about, “You mentioned having a cousin at Hogwarts, I’ll be going into 5th year in September.” Her curiosity spikes higher when both boys freeze slightly at the mention of his cousin. 

“Ah, you’re in the same year as him I think,” Dudley says hedgingly. 

“Do you know what house he’s in? I’m in Slytherin, but share classes with the other houses so I have at least passing familiarity with most of our year,” She presses.

“Oh you know him as more than a passing familiarity alright,” The Flamel-LeFay Lord murmurs loud enough for her to hear. His blue eyes flick to the sides, but Lucille and Fawley were too busy convincing Marissa to get a new pair of shoes to pay attention to them. “He’s uh… in Gryffindor I believe.”

She narrows her eyes thoughtfully, only Weasley and Longbottom came from pureblood families in that dorm. She took in his dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and body build before making an educated guess, “Finnigan?” 

Dudley laughs awkwardly, “No, no. My cousins, uh…”

“Harry Potter,” Piers finally says for him, like he was ripping off a bandage. That draws Daphne up short real quick. 

“What?” Her voice is equal parts disbelieving, amused, and confused even to her ears. Dudley cringes slightly at her reaction but doesn’t refute his friend's statement. “Wait, how are you even related to him again?” It was taking Daphne everything she had to keep her voice as low as the boys. 

“Our moms are sisters,” He says plainly, “We grew up in the same house.”

“I think we broke her,” Piers comments after a minute of silence. Waving a hand in front of her face, “You good Daphne?” 

She lightly bats his hand away, “Just had an epiphany is all.”

“Care to share with the class?” Piers inquires only slightly joking. 

Daphne takes a second to really look at them. She had yet to see either boy look as serious as they did now. They hid it well under a jovial mask, especially Piers, but she can see the tension evident in the lines of their mouth and shoulders. What had happened to Harry Potter this summer that required his cousin to accept two Lordships completely unrepaired? 

“He didn't know about magic until he got his letter, did he?” 

Dudley shook his head, “Is that not common knowledge? It’s not like he was in the magical world for those 10 years, and he couldn’t have known much the first couple days of class. His book list was also solely class material and nothing that actually explained the magical world other than the history book.”

“That can’t be right, anyone muggle raised is supposed to get supplementary books. They’re like educational guides written by other muggleborns and half bloods or approved by the Board. But… That makes sick sense for my epiphany,” Daphne’ father is on the Board of Governors for Hogwarts, so she’s very familiar with the steps (however minimal) to integrate muggleborns before they start classes. 

She continues, “Harry has shown astounding ignorance to all traditions and proper behavior for someone of his station. It’s always just been chalked up to him being the Lights ‘Golden Boy’, so to speak.”

That gets Dudley to snort, “I may think my cousin is one of the most compassionate and kindhearted people I know, but Golden Boy is definitely not what I would describe him as. He’s more like a gray cloud that will either save you from the heat of the sun, water your crops, or smite you with its lightning.” 

“That's an interesting simile…” Daphne doesn’t think Dudley realizes the significance of that statement. For someone so close to Potter, to claim he may not be the perfect light wizard so casually, well… “Anyways, I no longer think he’s purposely flouting tradition, rather he just has no idea he’s an Heir. His best friends are a muggleborn and a pureblood kid from a family of blood traitors,” She ignores them mouthing ‘blood traitors’ to each other in confusion. “I can’t see either of them just bringing it up unless Granger comes across it in a book. Weasley probably assumes Potter isn’t interested, so hasn’t brought it up himself. Which leaves his magical guardian and other adults leaving him in the dark.” At this point, Daphnes mainly talking to herself as she works it out in her head.  

“Okay wait!” Dudley stops her,  “We literally can’t answer any questions about that at the moment, but you're not wrong. All I can say is that hopefully by the start of the school year, Harry has his ring, or at the minimum knowledge of it.” Well that confirms more than enough for her. As far as his own bloody cousin knows, Potter is unaware of his family history. 

Daphne is witch enough to admit to herself that this is not how she thought her day would be going. She’s really going to need to try to slip in some questions about their political leanings before the day is up. Depending on how many seats Dudleys house’s holds, he could be drastically changing the voting climate. That’s without the connotations that Potter probably doesn't know his seats are being used to pass laws without his knowledge. 

She shivers in excitement over the political nightmare this could turn into for both the Light and Dark factions. Greengrasses have been neutral for centuries, but with the light side’s radicalization in recent decades under Dumbledore's control, they’ve been focusing more on the preservation of dark magic. However, this did not in any way mean her family were followers or sympathizers of the Dark Lord. His original ideals have become too bastardized through black magic and insanity to hold any real chance of long term success. 

“Lets get you some shoes before Lucille descends on us,” She says instead of voicing any further question on the topic for the moment.  

“So…” Dudley starts, as he’s looking through the various dragonhide boots on selection. “What can you tell me about the Wizengamot?” Apparently she didn’t need to be the one to bring it up at all. 

“The Wizengamot is the governing body of magical Britain. The seats are generally inherited, but there have been occasions when a family will sell theirs or offer one as a bride price or a dowry,” Daphne explains.

“Are arranged marriages still a thing here?” Piers asks curiously.

“Oh, absolutely. I have another couple years to decide who I would want to marry, but my younger sister has been contracted for betrothal since her first show of accidental magic.”

“How absolute are they?” Dudley asks a bit worriedly. Is this something he or Harry will have to stress about? Dudley will just have to ask EmeraldFang or Ragnok.

Daphne muses slightly on how best to answer. She remembers the absolute meltdown Granger had when she learned that the tradition was still well and alive in the magical world. “Betrothal contracts are meant to end. It’s like a formal dating phase, where at the end of it, you can either separate, renew the betrothal, or sign an engagement contract. Engagement contracts are normally only signed when both parties are over the age of majority and are significantly more binding. I’d love to tell you more about it, but it is a bit off topic.”

“If you know any good reference books, it would be a great help. Okay, I’m pretty sure I have seats, but I won't know how many until I can meet my account manager. They made it seem like it was more than one per house but I’m not sure how it works,” Dudley tells her.

“A single seat gets you a place on the Wizengamot, but the total number of seats you own will count towards the weight of your vote. The amount of seats in a specific political faction will also change who the Chief Warlock is.” By now, both boys had a small pile of shoe boxes to bring with them to the counter. 

“The current one is that Dumbledore guy, right?” Piers asks. He was in the process of loading the boxes into Dudley's arms as he listened to her. 

“Correct. He’s the leader of the ‘Light’ so to speak. The other major factions are the ‘Neutral’ and ‘Dark’ parties. There are small subsections in all three but they generally combine. Other members are the Minister of Magic, the Senior Undersecretary, and the head of the DMLE. The Chief Warlock is voted in by the political faction that has the most seats.” Daphne was finding it fun explaining all this, everyone else she knew had grown up with it.     

“Let's move these to the counter,” Dudley says as he makes his way out of the shoes section. “Seems like alot for me at the moment. Is it something I have to do right away or can I wait?”

Daphne shakes her head, “Your seats have been dormant, and will remain so until you decide to take your position. You could also assign them to a proxy who would vote in your place. It could be a person already on the Wizengamot, or someone who isn’t as long as they’re a Wizard or Witch.” 

Dudley hums softly to himself, “Piers, remind me to ask Ragnok or EmeraldFang about pulling voting records for the past decade.”

“Twill do,” His friend replies as he was already getting his parchment out to make a note about proxies.

Did he just say… Ragnok? Daphne has to parse her mental library to make sure she has the name right. How in Morgana's sweet embrace does he know the Chief of Gringotts? Piers too, apparently. Who exactly is she trying to become friends with? The question that passes through her mind sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. 

“Piers!” Lucilles excited yell sounds through the shop as she bounds over to them with Marissa in tow. “You’re buying these for your mother,” With that she plops two boxes of shoes onto the counter next to their piles. 

“Ooo, what did you find?” He asks as he peeks in the boxes. It was two styles of dragon hide boots, that would be good for exercise/working. “Nice! Were there any dresses or robes you were interested in?”

His mom just waves him off, “We can always come back when we have more time. I’ve got plenty of robes to hold me over, but thank you for the shoes.” Her smile is gentle as she runs a hand through his hair. 

Piers couldn't help but notice Lucille, who was standing just behind Marissa, looking at the interaction with a small sad smile. Did she not have a mom figure of her own? Since ice cream, the younger girl had practically attached herself to the older woman. Dragging her around and doing whatever she could to keep Marissa's attention on her. He looks at his mom again, the woman who did absolutely everything to give him the world. Maybe… Only just maybe, sharing her wouldn't be so bad if it got them both to smile again like they had when going through the style books together. Is pseudo-adopting someone as a sibling even a thing? Guess he can only try and see how it goes.

Miss Fawley comes back from where she had disappeared behind the counter, looking absolutely radiant. “Alright! Everything should be ready in four days time, we have a couple extra hands working to expedite the order. Are you wanting to pick it up in the store or have it owled?”

“We can pick up in store if that's not an issue,” Dudley says getting a response back that it indeed wasn’t. “Could you add to each ticket an additional 50 galleons per yourself and the employees that are working on the orders? We realize two full wardrobe orders would already be a lot of work even if you weren't doing the back to school rushes at the same time.”

The high-maintenance witch sputters for a moment at the request. Other patrons in the shop quieted their own discussions to watch them with intrigue. Dudley and Piers weren’t about to change their minds on the tip, they both had money to spend, but it did make them wonder once again about the wizarding economy. 

“A-Are you sure?” Fawley finally manages to choke out. Even if Twilfit and Tattings paid well in comparison to other shops in the alley, 50 galleons is a hefty bonus to all their employees.

“Absolutely,” Dudley, unaware of how his new clothes made him look every inch the young lord he now is, gives her a winning smile. “The effort put in to assist us has been greatly appreciated, and it’s not everyday we’ll be requesting orders this large.”  

“Oh! Oh wonderful!” Fawleys grin is practically stretching off her face as she fumbles for the quill to add it to the bottom of the tickets. Peeking over, he sees that they each had 4 people working on their clothes. He shrugs internally, a 250 galleon tip was practically nothing when just one pair of underwear was 1-3 galleons depending on the fabric they chose. “You may review these as I go and grab what we have ready at the moment.” 

The tickets she slid across the counter that held the itemized list of clothes were stupidly long. Between different styles, cuts, and the color options between them, it’s unlikely either of them will ever have to buy more clothes again in the future. There was also a section for the charms Dudley had requested be added. All of his items were set to allow for more growth, since Dudley had a feeling that by the time he was in his mid 20’s he’d be even larger than he was now. They were also set with temperature regulation, stain and tear resistance, and fire proofing runes woven in so that he wouldn't have to get the charms renewed as often. 

Overall, it is a monstrous sum that he presses his LeFay Lordship ring next too for payment without a second's hesitation when he finished reviewing. Something that was definitely noticed by the patrons still watching them while whispering quietly. Piers follows suit with his bank certified ‘stamp’ that EmeraldFang had handed him in a little pouch after his inheritance test. 

Fawley comes back out carrying two small baskets that are definitely expanded. “You should get out your trunks,” Daphne tells them quietly. Giving her a nod, they both retrieve their new trunks from their pockets.          

“Here’s your catalogs,” Fawley hands them both folders out of the baskets. The catalog would give them detailed descriptions of each item they purchased, how to style it, and what colors to pair with or avoid while wearing. It also had drawings and photos of the outfits the girls had put together when picking out the clothes. They had layered charms and runes that would cause the clothing item to light up when you pressed a rune on its detail sheet. This folder alone was one of the most expensive purchases. 

Tucking it safely in a drawer, Dudley turns back to grab the small stack of expertly folded pants. It was enough pairs to get in through the couple days til the order arrived. Repeating the process with the rest of clothes didn’t take too much time with Daphne helping him and Marissa helping her son. Lucille was off to the side holding the blue bag he had seen Marissa shoes go into. 

Finally packed and trunks shrunk, they bid their farewells to an employee that couldn’t wait to see them again, and headed out the door. 

“That took a little longer than expected,” Marissa says as she looks at the time, “How about we split up for the stationary and runes stores and meet back up for potions supplies and ingredients?” 

“That should be no problem! If you have a list, Daphne, I can get yours for you,” Piers says. He’s been looking forward to seeing all they had available and perhaps splurging on quills and inks. 

“Oh, thank you. I have an order ready for pick up, but I was going to grab a couple extra quills. I can give you a note to give to them and they’ll add it to my order before releasing it to you.” She tells him. Daphne takes a second to write the note on a piece of parchment her cousin had handed her, then presses her Heir ring beside her signature. 

After some back and forth, Daphne relents and lets Lucille go with Piers and Marissa. Only the knowledge of the older woman's profession allowed it to happen at all. “So, runes. Are they something you have an interest in?” Daphne asks as they once again make their way down the alley.  

“I mentioned before that I have a medical condition. Do you know what threads are?” He asks, continuing when she nods. “Having Decloris disorder means I can’t access my core via my main thread, it's fully collapsed.” He ignores her gasp and the eyes bearing into the side of his head. “However, because of when it happened while I was in the womb, my other threads were reinforced. Even without my family affinity for Runic magic, it would still be one of the branches most suited for me.”

“Would you be able to wandlass cast eventually?” She asks. Never had Daphne thought about what she would do if she lost her ability to cast with a wand. She hasn’t done wandless magic since her accidental bursts as a child. She… should probably practice that.   

“Eventually, yes. I haven't really had the time to try, but I was told by the healers that if I practice, it’s more than possible. So, for the meantime, I’ll read the theory for the casting branches but my hopes aren't too high on what my proficiency will be,” He waves his hand. “Runes though! I have an affinity for them, so I’m extra curious. I can’t wait until I’m able to visit the main Flamel library.”

“Runes and charms are my two favorite classes. I'd be more than happy to help you if you had any questions or wanted to bounce ideas off someone. Do you have plans for joining a school or getting tutors?” Daphne says as she leads down a small alley to get to the shop entrance. 

“Woah, do all the building alleys have shops hidden like this?” Dudley asks as they push open the door.

“Most of them, yes,” She responds in a quiet voice. 

“To answer your question, I’ll most likely get tutors. My council said they would put a list together but also look into day schools to see if I would be interested.” Daphne was not about to ask why he had a council and not a guardian. At least not yet. 

“Come-on, let's talk to the employee and get your compartment loaded. You’ll want to get a bunch of reams of magic neutral fabric, and practice tools. They’re created in a way that allows enough magic  to flow for it to stay if created properly but not enough for it to activate.”

Dudley ended up setting his trunk by the register desk so that the employee could load everything up. He got a set of the practice tools as well as a moderately priced set of regular tools for when he’s ready to actually try. There was a frame that held fabric in place so that he could easily practice stitching. The rest of the space was filled with every type of material he could think of to practice on or with. 

Picking back up the conversation on the Wizengamot, Dudley asks, “Both you and my council referred to the political parties in terms of magical affiliation. Why are they separated by core type and not agenda, or are they somehow related?”

Daphne was quiet for a couple minutes as they left the side alley back into the busy street. “That is a difficult question to answer without getting into the war and political histories of the last century. There had been a shift that started back in the 20’s when the Dark Lord Grindelwald started his reign of terror, but it didn’t really turn to such volatile extremes until the last war with You-Know-Who. Now, it's almost impossible to get tri-partisan support when the dark and light will fight the other's bills for the principle of it, and the neutral parties get split between the two.”   

“So it's kinda to be blamed on two back to back dark lords in the same century causing opinions to polarize to the extremes?” It’s not surprising to him that the population decided to go as far in the opposite way as they can in an attempt to counteract and distance themselves from the dark lords agendas even if it was on points they may have also agreed on. 

“I’d say that’s a decent description.” Daphne has to take a side step to avoid being barreled by a man who wasn’t watching his path. “Dumbledore hasn’t helped matters in the slightest either. Him becoming Chief Warlock was one of the worst things that could have ever happened to magical Britain. Nobody’s really sure how he did it either.” 

Dudley didn't say his thoughts on the matter. He’s had a rising (sinking?) suspicion on whose seats the old man may be using to have gained the position. It really can't be a coincidence that Dumbledore takes guardianship of Harry and then, viola, his political party has enough seats to get him voted into one of top spots in government.

Sensing the topic had ended for the moment, Daphne switches gears. “What’s it been like? Finding this all out today, I mean.” 

“Other than knowing it immediately changed the entire trajectory of my life?” Dudley laughs good naturedly. “It’s been… Overwhelming to say the least. I- I was there when Harry first learned he was a Wizard after that Hagrid block broke down our door in 91’.” Dudley waves off her Hagrid broke what?!, “It was like a fairytale out of my wildest imaginations coming true, but I’m a year older than my cousin. So…”

“Your letter never arrived and it became a fairytale you couldn’t be a part of,” her voice held a somber understanding.

The sigh he releases is drawn out and wary. “I’m starting to realize that everything happens for a reason. Had I known about my titles any sooner than a week ago, it would have been a terrible situation for all involved.”   

Daphne doesn't know what to make of that. Terrible how? Does this have to do with the same issue that's tied to Potter? Dudley doesn't seem like he’d be the problem, so maybe it would have been other family members? If she had met Dudley anytime before the attack, this most definitely wouldn't be something she’d even have to question.

“Oh! I see Lucille,” Daphne points through the crowd towards the small group of Lucille, Piers and Marissa. “She looks oddly… Content.” Her voice falling off as her footsteps slow to observe the group for a little longer. Her cousin, for once, wasn’t the one talking animatedly about anything and everything that came to her mind. No, she was listening engagingly as Piers talked a mile a minute about something he was obviously passionate about. His arms moving with his speech as if the gestures would make what he was saying make more sense.  

“10 galleons he’s explaining to her the plot of Star Wars,” Dudley says from where he had slowed down next to her. 

“What in the love of astronomy is Star Wars?” She asks before tacking on, “Also, deal.”

“Only one of the best Sci-Fi movie series of practically all time!” Dudley proclaims. 

They get close enough to make out some of Piers’ words, “-on the forest moon of Endor, they meet a species called Ewoks who are like cute bear creatures but with spears and shit.”

“Language,” Daphne corrects on habit as Dudley says, “That’s 10 for me.”

“Duds and Daphs!” The black haired boy crows. 

“I- you know what? doesn't matter.” Daphne mutters to herself. No point in complaining when she doesn't necessarily hate the nickname in the first place. “How did it go?” 

“Great!” He grins even wider as he hands her the bag that the workers had put together. “I feel like I just about got at least one of everything.”

“You absolutely got almost one of everything. I thought the poor girl running the register was going to faint.” Marissa chuckles. 

Lucille looks up confused, “What do you mean? She did faint.”

Piers laughs again, “Only after I tipped her for both mine and Duds’ orders.”

“If I had known tipping would get reactions like that, I would have already been doing it myself just for the entertainment factor,” The blond girl's grin was devilish. 

“Seems as if you three had fun,” Dudley nudges his friend's shoulder. “Ready for Potions supplies?” 

Much like with runes, he had the young employee load everything up as it got to the counter. Per Daphne's recommendation, he got three pewter caldrons instead of one on the off chance he destroys it during a brewing mishap. There was one item that kept drawing his attention no matter how many times Daphne said only Masters of the craft typically get them.

He had thrown the ‘typically’ back at her as he set said item on the register counter. Looking like a briefcase, it was high powered equipment and hand cleaner. When opened, one side held all the knives and tools you need to brew, while the other side had a couple expanded slits that cutting boards slid into and a section for your hands. Anything that was placed inside the case was immediately cleaned and disinfected. The purpose was to completely eliminate the chance for cross contamination between ingredients.  

Probably not important for low level potions, but if he has the money for it, might as well get into the good habit of keeping  himself and his equipment clean. It would also help him isolate when mistakes in his brewing eventually occur. 

The entire time, Piers tried to pester Daphne about the chemistry aspect of potions and if they had discovered elements that weren’t on the no-mag periodic table. She had eventually snapped and told him grudgingly that none of what he was talking about was taught at Hogwarts, but he was more than welcome to check Flourish and Blotts. 

From Dudleys perspective as someone who is more or less used to the general idiocy of the Magical World, he thought his friend was clinging a little too desperately to the hope that an entire society wasn’t ignorant to science. To Dudley, wizard logic meant that if you can magic something into existence, then what's the point to knowing the science of why/how. Because, you know… magic. Piers simply hasn’t had enough exposure.

Getting ingredients was an interesting affair for all of them. “Holy shit, is that a unicorn horn?!” Piers practically yells through the shop. Daphne laughs at him as she drags him around to other items that she thought he’d be interested in based on her knowledge of muggle myths. While Dudley had gotten a healthy supply of everything he’d need for various difficulty levels, Piers had somehow spent even more than he had. 

His friend had, of course, gotten the unicorn horn as well as dragon teeth, a bag of pearls he chose based solely on if the color was pretty much to the indignation of the shop owner, exotic flowers being preserved in crystal spheres, and various other random things. Piers had pretty much just grabbed anything he thought was cool, or something he’d like to look at regularly like the flowers. The result was the owner being exasperated but amused as he explained to Piers how to handle and store his items.  

Piers was practically bouncing as they finally left, “I need to get some books on beetles and newts so that I can check which ones are able to cohabitate. Can you imagine how cool the fire breathing ones would look in a terrarium?”

“What's a terrarium?” Lucille asks.

“It’s a self-sustaining ecosystem created inside a glass container. They can be small enough to fit in your palm or as large as manions, but the bigger you make them, the more other materials can impact the stabilization of the ecosystem.” The young girl's eyes had begun to glaze over as he talked but he had gained Daphne's attention. As if it had really been anywhere else. 

“Is this a hobby or part of that science thing as a way to grow plants from specific biomes?” If it was the latter, she can see how this practice could significantly help herbologists. Some magical plants couldn't be grown in regular greenhouses because of strict habitat requirements. But if that habitat could be recreated in an isolated container… 

“Both! More will obviously go into it depending on what you want to achieve, but I’m sure that with a little magical help, you could create something really cool. I have one I made when I was nine, and it’s been sealed and doing great since.”

“interesting, if you know of any books on it, could you send them my way?” Daphne asks and Piers and Dudley agree. “Let's get to Honeydukes. It’s a bit later in the day than we were planning on being out, so we may not have time to stop by the bookstore with you.”

“That’s no problem,” Dudley waves her off, “You’ve already done more than we could have hoped for, and besides there are less people out by now so we can just hijack one of the employees if we need help. I also need to see if I can speak to the owner about revamping a library or two.”  

“Here,” the Heiress scribbles something on a piece of paper before handing it over, “My owl address. You can send me a letter anytime if you have questions or want to meet up in the alley again.”

“Sweet,” Piers beams at her, “Maybe we can convince your dads on that movie day too!”

Daphne's laugh is a beautiful thing; light, airy, and slightly musical. “Yes, Maybe.” 

Dudley smiles to himself as he pushes the doors to the shop open and holds it for their group. Today has turned surprisingly pleasant. Him and Piers had made their first friend, who, by some coincidence, was both an Heir and politically neutral. A good portion of Dudley's school supplies were purchased, and he had a slightly better understanding of the Wizarding world. 

Immediately, they were hit with the fragrant smell of chocolate. “Let's split up,” Marissa says, “I’ve only been in once and it was years ago, and the boys never have so they’ll be looking at everything.” 

She had hardly finished when Piers started dragging Dudley off to the nearest stand. “We should just get a couple of things to try then we can come back and get more of what we liked.”

“Good Idea,” However, when Dudley focuses on what was in front of him, his nose scrunches  up, “Cockroach Clusters?”

“You’re trying them!” His friend crows, throwing two into a basket he somehow procured. “I wonder what other weird things there are.”

As they eventually made their way to the Bloodpop stand, they didn't pay much attention to the chime of the door letting in more customers. “I wonder if it's real blood?” Piers wonders aloud.

“Look at the labels,” Dudley points out the different signs naming different magical creatures, “I think it’s based on these. Do we get just one kind or one of each? They might all be slightly different enough that one could be good.”

Piers hums in thoughts, “Kinda like honey sticks. Let's get one of each, but my hopes aren’t too high for this one.” As the two were loading the suckers into the basket, a boy about their age with dark skin, hair and eyes, reaches past them to grab one of the Abraxan flavored pops. 

“Pardon the reach,” the tone of his deep voice and lit of his lips made them question whether it said more mockingly than anything else. 

“No issue, sorry we were in the way,” Dudley offers a small but polite nod of his head before returning to his task. Making it clear that if the other was going to have an attitude towards them, then he had no problem casually dismissing him in return. Their clothes may help them blend in, but even a second of listening to the two speak and you’d know they are new to magic. It put a large target on their backs for potential discrimination, and Dudley can't help a slight shudder at the thought. Part of the light mood he and Pier have been building since Fortescue's vanishes.     

The other teen let out a thoughtful hum before turning and leaving them be. Dudley could see Piers from the corner of his eye peek over his shoulder to watch the retreating form. “He’s with four others. He said something to the thinner brunette that had them looking over here for a moment, but he hasn’t talked to the others.” 

“I got a brief look at his clothes, and they were on the same tier as Daphnes and our own. Think he’s an Heir?” 

Piers peeks back over, “That or just family money. They’re all dressed similarly, and it's hard to believe that so many Heirs would be born in the same year. I can also see Daphne trying to avoid being spotted by the blonde of the group.”

“I can see the births being planned, so that they could better form connections while in school. Anyways, nothing for it I guess unless they approach us. Let's go look at the chocolate.” Dudley makes his way to the chocolate, which puts them in hearing range of the group of boys. Looking through the flavors was almost enough for them to forget about the other teens. “Oh! There's the chocolate frog cards. I wonder what the chance of pulling a Harry Potter card on the first try would be.”   

From behind them, a haughty and slightly whiny voice sneers at them, “What? Pick up a Harry Potter fantasy book during your first trip to the alley and thought you could actually somehow be his friend?” Daphne's snort from where she had hid herself in the isles echoes in the sudden much quieter part of the store. That seems to be happening to them a lot today.   

Dudley rears back incredulously at the beginning of the statement before turning to look at the boy that had spoken to them. It was the blonde Piers had said that Daphne was avoiding. However, Dudley was unsure if blonde was the right term for the other boy. Maybe it was a type of albinism? Deciding to ignore the albino for a moment, Dudley makes eye contact with Piers to confirm they were on the same page. “Fantasy books?”

“Fantasy books,” Piers repeats, sounding even more flummoxed. 

“I will definitely be bringing this up with the lawyers tomorrow,” Dudley was getting more incensed as he thought about it. 

Pier jumps in, “You should look into getting a solicitor on retainer for family matters after everything settles to take care of stuff like this. I’m sure it’ll keep popping up. I’ve already seen a couple window signs proclaiming to be ‘Potter Approved’, when I highly doubt Harry has ever stepped foot in the building.”

Dudley runs a hand through his hair before rubbing at his forehead. “This is a nightmare.” 

Both were too absorbed in the new tidbit of info to notice the five other boys pailing dramatically at the sight of the Flamel and LeFay Lordship rings on his raised hand. Theo was praising his lucky stars he had kept his mouth shut so far and that Blaise hadn't done anything too erogenous in their earlier interaction. And he absolutely did not miss the way they were talking about Potter as if he was the kids' family. Regardless, they were both a bit too casual about The-Boy-Who-Lived to not know him personally.

Wielding a smirk sharp enough to flay a man alive, Daphne strolls up to take a place next to the two unknown teens. “Evening gentleman, I see you’ve met my newest friends.” A statement that lets them know an alliance between the houses was already in the works. It also pulled the two out of their dwelling. 

Theo did his best to minimize his shifting as the Flamel-LeFay Lord straightened up to his full height. He has inches on Vince and Greg in both height and shoulder width. The thin fabric of his long sleeves showed off muscles Theo has only seen on professional quidditch chasers, and definitely not on a kid maybe a year or two older than himself. It was quite the juxtaposition with the round youthfulness of his face. 

Draco, the bloody prat, has for all intents and purposes, hid himself behind Greg and Vince when he realized the person he insulted was in fact a Lord. A Lord with two important titles that they don't know from Hogwarts despite him having a British accent. If the other had gone to Durmstang or Beaubattons there would be a hint of an accent change from so much exposure over formative years.   

Blaise, his beautifully extroverted best friend, is the first to break the almost uncomfortable silence that had settled over their half of the impromptu standoff. “Mind introducing us, Daphne darling?” 

“Not until Heir Malfoy apologizes for his lack of decorum,” She stares straight at Draco as she says it, voice as cold as could be expected of the Ice Princess. It’s only the lack of his first name that has them realizing just how royally pissed off she was. 

“Ah no need for that Daph,” The boy's purposeful use of the nickname puts them even more on edge. “I try not to hold the actions of the one against the whole,” His smile and tone just on the appropriate side of cruel, “Should Heir Malfoy wish to rectify his actions, it can be at a later date when we have less of an audience.” 

That… was surprisingly smooth. Theo reluctantly starts to respect the bigger boy for more than for just his family names and intimidating stature. That was a double meaning statement if he had ever heard one. Draco had been judged and was found to be lacking; he and his apology would mean nothing to this Young Lord until he saw something worthwhile. 

For her part, Daphne looked absolutely delighted. It was a subtle thing, but for someone who had known her for over a decade, it sent a shiver of dread up his spine. He didn’t know what yet, but something big was going on, and somehow, Daphne Greengrass had gotten herself prime seats to the show.  

“In that case,” The Heiress takes a step forward to be between the groups. With a smile that's more self-satisfied than anything else, she begins with the Idiot who started the whole interaction in the first place. “First, we have of course, Heir Draco Malfoy from House Malfoy. The two he’s currently using as human shields are Heirs Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, of Houses Crabbe and Goyle respectively.”  Draco unsubtly tries to step back to the forefront of the trio. “And lastly, but certainly my favorites… Heir Theodore Nott of House Nott and Heir Blaise Zabini of House Zabini.” 

They had each given their own bow as they were introduced, even Draco who was properly cowed enough to hopefully not open his mouth again. Pleased, Daphne shifts and motions to the smaller dark haired boy that Theo hadn’t paid much attention to yet. He couldn't help the intrigued rise of his eyebrow as he took in his outfit the other had on. It was rather… Cute. 

“I’d like to introduce you to Piers Polkiss, a Rosier descendant,” That got them all to do a double take at the boy who was smiling serenely back at them. Theo knew what she was doing. Polkiss was obviously muggle raised with no title, so she gave him ethos in a different way.  “And finally, Dudley Dursley, Lord to the Houses of Flamel and LeFay.” 

Blaise let out an impressed whistle, effectively lightening the mood. “You might just be the youngest Lord I’ve ever met. How’d you manage that?” 

“Ancient family charters that were never updated,” Polkiss flippantly answers for him, his smile switching to match Blaises. 

Playing off his friend, Dursley continues, “I couldn't have done it myself if I tried, honestly. Do you know how bizarre it has been for me to have woken up this morning thinking I was a perfectly average non-magical boy, only to have a goblin in a pressed suit tell me otherwise?” 

Theo feels his eyes try to roll into the back of his head when he hears Draco's voice, until he realizes what his friend is saying, “You only found out today?! You are the Lord to two incredibly important families within our economy, and you had no idea? No training or preparation? No one to prepare you for entering a completely different society? What a misscarriage of justice, just wait until my father hears about this!” 

Draco's chest is slightly heaving as he finishes with his trademark phrase. When he finally realizes they were all staring at him in various states of confusion and amusement, his angry flushed face burns even brighter with his rising embarrassment. “What?” Draco says indignantly. “He obviously has a family that knows about magic, so how did it get overlooked? I’m allowed to be vicariously pissed about that, regardless of my general thoughts on those muggleborn or raised.” His nose firmly points in the air as he states his case. 

Theo smiles secretly to himself, Draco may be a prat of mega proportions but he has his moments. An idea strikes him when he realizes the opportunity in his lap. Ask anyone, and they’ll tell you that Theo is not an outgoing person. He does not go out of his way to make friends or start conversations with those he isn't close with. Theo was raised to keep his cards close to his chest and be wary of those outside the family and close alliances. But… If he lets this chance to befriend them or make an alliance slip by, it may never be an option in the future once preconceived notions of darker families start to really take root. Daphne must have met them sometime during their visit in the alley today and came to a similar conclusion.     

Dursley nods his head, showing some agreement with Draco, “There really should be an immersion program for the kids and their families that starts years before the arrival of a Hogwarts letter.” Theo felt himself perk up hearing that. It wasn’t a defense or an excuse for Muggleborns but a proposed solution to what was complained about. “If there had been one, I wouldn't have slipped through the cracks quite so thoroughly, or be as unprepared as I am.”

Seeing his chance now that the conversation has begun to lull, “Have you had the chance to make it to Flourish and Blotts yet?” Theo ignores the way he can feel his friends eyes sear into the side of his head. Again, he does not normally initiate conversations.

“Heir Nott, correct?” The looks directed toward him from the two are appraising, but he gets the sense from Polkiss that the teen has been specifically keeping a tab on him during the interaction. At Theos nod, Dursley continues, “That is actually our next stop. We have a book list put together by a member of my council, but it’s for more obscure topics we questioned her about and authors to avoid.”

Well… Ignoring the info drop that he has a council, that sounded a lot like an opening for an invitation. “If you need any extra help, I’d be more than happy.”

Daphne narrows her eyes at him in thought before coming to his defense, “Theo would be a great help. How he wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw I’ll never know, but you’ll almost never find him without a book in hand or pocket.”   

Dursley looks at their group as a whole before his complexion brightens. The switch from him being the epitome of a young lord to this almost goofy looking grin was giving Theo whiplash. Maybe it’s a form of psychological warfare he isn’t unfamiliar with. “Sure mate, we’d appreciate it. Daphne is leaving us hanging after we finish here, so we were just going to commandeer an employee.”

Theo can’t help the way his eyes bulge when Polkiss whispers something to Daphne about her curfew and she playful sticks her tongue out at him. He hasn’t seen her do something like that since second year at the latest, let alone ever in public. Polkiss’s laugh breaks him out of his head, “Having a guide will also make it less likely for us to get kicked out for the potential accidental harassment of said commandeered employee and subsequently getting into the owners bad graces.” By Merlin, this kid is training to be a lawyer?

“So… Those chocolate frog cards,” Blaise gives him a brief look that says loud and clear that they are talking about this later. Theo had already grabbed the handful of sugar quills he was after, so he trails after the newly formed group of Blaise, Daphne, Polkiss and Dursley. Draco, Vince and Greg were off picking up some of their other items they hadn’t yet passed by. 

Likely the three won’t be coming to the bookstore with them, but there is the chance Draco will use it as a chance to stay out of his house for a little longer. It can’t be fun going home knowing your new roommate is a less than sane Dark Lord.

Another laugh draws Theo’s attention back to Polkiss and Daphne. There has to be something going on there. She never smiles that easily unless it’s for her sister and cousins. He finds himself spending the rest of their time in Honeydukes observing the black haired boy to see what made him special enough for the ice princess herself. 

He’s not stereotypically handsome like Blaise or even Theo himself, but his almost androgynous features had a charm all of their own. Dursley seemed perfectly happy listening to Polkiss talk about anything and everything that came to his mind, and oddly enough, Theo was too. The other teen offered interesting insight on many of the products they passed and had a way of explaining his thought process that kept you engaged. 

Polkiss and Daphne were able to bounce off each other as if they had been friends for years rather than a single afternoon. It was confusing however. He knows his friend well enough to know that the Heiress has a crush, but Polkiss is either entirely oblivious or not interested in her romantically at all. If anything, he treats Daphne almost as if she has more potential to become his sister than a partner in a relationship. 

“Is Flourish and Blotts the only book store in the alley?” Dursleys voice suddenly coming from his side made Theo jump slightly. He had been so absorbed in the other teen that he hadn't noticed the large teens approach. 

“There is at least one smaller store that sells new books and a handful of secondhand bookshops. Flourish and Blotts is a name brand and has the larger selection, so that's where most people gravitate. Are you wanting to check out some of the others as well?” If they even had the time, he could see the sun beginning its slow decline in the sky.

“Oh no, not today, I was mostly curious,” Dursley waves it off, “When we get there I’ll need to talk to the owner about a consultation project. Could you show Piers around while I do and grab an extra copy of any book he grabs?”

“Absolutely,” Theo tips his head slightly to the side as he observes the other. “What kind of consultation project? If you don't mind me asking.” 

“Oh! LeFay main library hasn't been touched in over half a millenia, so it’s in need of some heavy TLC.”

Theo felt his brain and body movement freeze the moment the words fully registered. His neck actually hurt with how quickly he whipped to face the young Lord again after he had just turned away. Unconsciously he raised a hand to rub at it as he stared wide eyed at Dursley. “Ha-” He coughs to clear his throat, “Have you seen it yet? Wait what am I asking, you only found out today.” The LeFay library, wow. Theo is pretty sure he would sell his soul to get the chance to read the contents. 

“What does TLC mean?” The new voice causes both boys to jump as Lucille looks up at them sweetly like the devil she is. 

“Tender Love and Care. It’s also an American musical girl group. Remind me to introduce you to them,” Dursley took a surprising amount of care when talking with Lucille, “Also, where have you been? I haven't seen you or Marissa in almost 30 minutes.” 

“The employee showed us the room where they charm some of the chocolate frogs!” 

“Did they now?” The skepticism in Dursley's voice was almost a creature of its own. Theo felt his eyebrows raise again, it normally takes people a bit longer to know Lucille well enough that she absolutely bribed her way into that room. “Well… I hope you two had fun. I think we’re getting ready to check out, were there any last minute items you wanted to grab?” 

“I’m good, Marissa has my basket,” With that she was running off to bother her cousin and Polkiss who were in line at the register. 

“I’m grateful to have met them today,” Theo notices for the first time how tired the other teen seems. Not like one missed night of sleep tired, but almost soul deep exhaustion. It sits over his eyes like a shroud. “And thank you for agreeing to help with books despite just meeting us. I realize it was mostly my titles that led to the decision, but it’s appreciated regardless.” 

How does he even respond to that? This isn’t a situation he would normally ever find himself in, and it’s not like Dursleys wrong. The other boy doesn't seem put off by his silence as he continues more upbeat, “Neither of us have a spending limit while we're there, so go wild I guess. We need at least intro books for almost all subjects.”

It didn’t take long for them to be up at the counter with their friends. Figuring that Dursley seems open enough to talk about it, Theo tries to find out more about the library. “Will you need to rebuild anything on your properties once you get them open?” 

The young Lord lit up at the question, “Just plumbing on the LeFay properties! Everything went into stasis two years after the last head of house's death. I’ll most likely need to contact a gardener or someone to help with the overgrowth that probably occurred in those two years.” He mostly mutters the end to himself.  

“Really?” Theo was genuinely interested. While all of his friends were heirs to ancient or noble families, the LeFays are historical in a vastly different way. If the property was under as heavy a stasis as Dursley seems to be assuming, it’s likely that the other had even weeds that are now considered extinct. “See if you can get in contact with a herbologist. The Goblins will likely have cleared a path to the house but you don't want to wander the grounds in case you run into a dangerous or toxic overgrown plant.”

“Huh… I hadn’t thought of that, thanks mate!” Theo stumbles slightly as a massive hand ‘lightly’ pats him on the back. “Piers! We need a herbologist!” And with that, Theo was left standing awkwardly at the back of the line rubbing at his shoulder. 

He takes a deep breath and sends a short prayer to the dark mother, hoping he hasn't made a mistake trying to befriend them. With the return of the Dark Lord and his father a slave to the man's whims, there can be no room for mistakes. 

Theo’s distracted from his thoughts by Polkiss’s voice. The other teen hadn’t so much as raised his volume but his tongue seemed to drip with vitriol. Surprisingly, or maybe not, it was directed towards Blaise, “- you call my motherhot or sexy, one. more. time. Zabini and I will rip out your fingernails with pliers and use them to slice through your bloody vocal box.” 

Almost at the same time, Dursley and a woman who looks too much like Polkiss to not be his mother, pinch the bridge of their nose and breathe heavy sigh of exasperation. So, not a one off occasion apparently. He can see Daphne turning beet red in her attempts not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“Piers. Bro. He’s not even of legal age to date Marissa. You really somehow gotta learn to deal with having a MILF as a mom.” The LeFay lord seems unaffected by the death glare leveled at him by his friend, but turns sheepish when the woman in question gently smacks the back of his head.   

“What does MILF mean?” Lucille asks, vocalizing the question all the magic raised had. Dursley immediately looks like he wants to do anything but explain to the nine year old. “Uhm…” He looks frantically at Marissa, who just shakes her head. He got himself into this predicament in the first place.  “ It means ‘Mom I’d Like to… Finance?’” 

Polkiss’ anger seems to slip away as he snorts at the answer. It was enough for the other teens to realize what the real acronym most likely stood for. His snort turns into a full laugh when Lucille's tries to clarify, “Like a mom that's so pretty you want to pay for everything for her?” 

If Lucille's narrowed eyes meant anything, Durlseys answer of “Exactly!” was a bit too hysteric to even convince a literal child.  

“Sorry man, I over reacted,” Polkiss says in apology to Blaise, actually looking bashful. A slight red flush covering his cheeks. 

“You did ask me to stop twice before, so I can't be too angry. Sorry I kept at it when you made it clear you were uncomfortable.”  Theo wandered closer so that he was standing more in the circle they had formed. Despite his friend's casual tone, Theo can tell that he was a little unsettled. Being aggressively threatened with a muggle torture method would do that to you though. It also cleared up any lingering doubt about his heritage. 

Checking out took longer than expected considering two of their group decided to try everything in the store, but finally they were exiting back into the alley.

“Do we really have to go?” Lucille whined.

“We’ll meet back up before school starts. Father and Uncle are probably starting to get worried that we’ve been out for so long.” Daphne said as she wrapped her arm around her cousin's shoulders. It had been a good day for the both of them. Lucille had latched onto Marissa with an enthusiasm that she knows she’ll need to talk to her father and uncle about if they continue to interact. She herself felt more at ease than she had in a while. Making friends that knew nothing about the state of the wizarding world, who not only brought new perspectives to the table but did their best to stay open minded, did more for her than she initially thought it would.  

Lucille brightens considerably at the knowledge that her cousin will make sure that meet up happens. And maybe, Just maybe, her father will let her see Marissa even after Daphne goes back to Hogwarts. After shimmying out of Daphne's hold, Lucille darts over and drags Piers and Dudley into a brief hug, before running over to Marissa and doing the same. Daphne can't quite make out what was said between the two, but watching her cousin, who is practically a sister to her, melt into the older woman's arms was bringing her close to tears. Both their mothers were taken far too young and their fathers had never entertained the idea of remarrying. 

Deciding to distract herself, Daphne turns to glare at her school friends. “Don’t do anything that’ll piss me off, Understood?” She ignores Piers’ laugh, by Merlin is it pretty, as she keeps Theo and Blaise pinned under her stare.   

Receiving dual nods of confirmation, she gives Piers, Dudley and Marissa a final goodbye, and wrings a promise out of Dudley to contact her if he needs a study partner. Without much fanfare, the four boys were left standing awkwardly outside of Honeydukes. 

Realizing none of them knew where to start, Marissa releases a gentle sigh and mentally prepares herself for taking the lead til they get to the bookshop. “Let's make our way over, shall we?”