Wands and Warframes

Consequences

Consequenses

Amelia yawns as she sluggishly shuffles to the bathroom after her 7am alarm goes off. Some days it sucks to be the woman in the relationship, as even though she pulls the same hours at the clinic, there's only one half of the relationship that's expected to be up first.

"Hoo"

"Me, that's who."

"Hoo."

She yawns, "Me, the woman of the house. We're always expected to have breakfast ready for when the man deigns to actually appear."

"Hoo."

"Didn't I already answer that?"

"Prek"

It dawns on Amelia that she isn't actually talking to herself and she looks up and squeaks when she sees a massive brown owl perched on the towel rail. It's a good thing she's already on the loo, as she's sure she just peed herself.

"What are you doing in here?"

The owl stares at her before waving a leg in her direction.

"How did you get in here?"

Turning it's head upside down, it spreads it's wings.

"Hey, I've just woken up, I'm allowed to seem stupid. Anyway, I can't get the letter from here so let me finish up first."

The owl bobs its head and goes back to watching her. She will swear that she didn't hurry, but the fact that she was out of the loo only a minute after that exchange suggests something else.

Clumsily she unties the letter before reading it twice.

"Dan! Dan! Get up now!"

"Waah? Hunbun, what's going on?"

"There's been an accident and Hermione is stable. They want us to write back so they can take us to see her."

"I'll start cancelling our appointments for the day if you let Anne know. 8:30 or 9?"

"I'll say 9, that way you can actually get dressed."

"Thanks love."

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Minerva is mostly done with her marking, that she had Tilly bring her, when the first of the prefects make their way downstairs.

"Mr Weasley."

"Professor McGonagall, I... wasn't expecting you."

"Clearly. How are the first years doing?"

"They're settling in, with some of the expected friction. But, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Are they getting enough sleep?"

"Mostly, Neville seems to be having some problems."

"How about the girls?"

"I'm not sure, that's the girls responsibility."

"I see, take a seat."

"Ah, I was going to get some studying done in the Library."

"Not this morning you're not. Now sit."

To their credit, one of the female prefects comes running down the stairs a few minutes later, "Professor McGonagall! One of the first years is missing."

"I know." She replies dryly, "Now sit."

Mr Weasley gulps at that news.

As the other prefects dribble in, the owl appears and lands on Minerva shoulder. Taking the letter, she reads it and nods before scribbling a brief letter on a piece of parchment.