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>Time for a brief interlude while I wait for rolls
>You are Aubrey Thompson, proud daughter to a set of families who have been around since the dawn of the greatest country in the world. Wrote the book on Transfiguration even if you are mediocre with it. Have a father who has killed a dragon despite being a Squib. Have a mother who has taken down at least three Dark wizards. And? Right now, you are considerable well-armed because a girl you met like three weeks ago is a Seer, told you had to prepare for something coming. By the side a small girl with stop-sign red hair alongside a pretty good-looking German you kind of wanted to show your vintage Luger to and maybe hug and maybe do stuff with…
>No, bad Aubrey. Time for another pill even if they didn’t do much, due to stuff.
“Hey Micha? Your hair is really cute? Do you mind if I touch it a little? Do you want a little bit of candy I have?” you, asked while pulling out a small bottle of pills and knocking one or two into you mouth before putting it back in and fishing out a few pink Starbursts from the bottom. “Carlous? Candy?”
“Umm? Timothy said I shouldn’t take candy from strangers.”, the cute little girl. “And… what was that you just took?”
“Ah. Nothing. I have some no-maj disease called ADHD. Can’t fix it with a potion… well maybe my new little sister could. Wouldn’t do it; makes me who I am, in part.”, and you tossed over a little wrapped sweet to the older boy who nodded to you. “I promise the they aren’t poisoned. Checked all of them incase the Glowies planted a bag to take me out. Sorted out all the pink flavored and gave the other colors to mom and dad. And… stay behind me in a bit, Micha.”
“Zhank you, Frau Aubrey. Vve don’t really have zhese kind much in Deutschland; I do not know vvhy you Americans are so obsessed with zhe sugery treatz but I vvill not complain.”
“Ha. Candy is as American as apple pie. Which was technically invented in your home country, Herr Carl. I am sorry. About the wars, just so you know. Patton said we fought the wrong enemy and he was right. So have another candy.”, and you tossed a second rectangular ball of pink flavored sugar as fast as you could at him.
As fast as you could go would give you a job playing Major League no-maj baseball.
And he still caught it… hot. And useful; you had seen him in the League, but you had a little girl to keep safe and had needed more info. He was quick. Prescient. Had good hand eye coordination, even with his main hand on his staff, one of which you kind of wanted now. You… in a certain place it had begun getting wet and growing warm.
“Zhat almost stung, Frau Aubrey. Mean.”
“Don’t boys prefer girl who are a little mean? Great catch though.”
“Umm… thank you? For the candy? And not hitting me in the head with one? Why… why don’t you play? Quidditch? Quodpot?”, the girl asked as you kept walking, while she unwrapped the little thing and started chewing.
