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september, 1992 2nd Year
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"Regulus S. Black! Get your trunk down here now or we will leave without you!" Holland yelled up the stairs.
"We both know that's a lie!" Reggie called back as he tugged his trunk to the top of the stairs.
"And we both know you're starting to sound more and more like your mother every day." Oberon teased as he slunk by her and jogged up the stairs to help his grandson with the trunk as the sound of the telephone ringing echoed through the house.
"Don't provoke me." Holland told him as she walked to the foyer to answer the phone, "Or I'll leave you behind, too." She smiled, holding the telephone up to her ear, "Hello?"
Holland's eyebrows creased as she listened for a reply, not hearing anything.
"Hello?" She repeated.
There was still no answer, yet she kept the phone to her ear, wrapping the cord around her finger.
"Honey?" Oberon asked as he and Reggie set the boy's trunk on the floor, "You all good to go?"
Holland nodded, slowly placing the telephone back on the wall, "Yeah." She muttered, "Good to go."
"Who was it?" The man asked, pulling on his coat.
"Wrong number."
Larissa raised an eyebrow as she entered the foyer with Nora, "Again?"
Oberon rolled his eyes , "Told you the muggle phone would only cause issues."
"You're only saying that because you still can't figure out how to use it." Nora grinned as the family left the house.
"Ssh." Oberon hushed his granddaughter, ushering her out of the manor as the rest of his family laughed.
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"Alright, so you have your trunk, your robes, your wand, Mr Whippy..." Margaret rambled off as she did up the buttons of Willow's coat as they stood with Otto on Platform 9¾, "I feel like we're forgetting something."
"I think you're forgetting to calm down." Hugo said, gently placing his hands on his ex-wife's shoulders.
Margaret smiled, waving him off as she stood up, "Shut up."
"Besides, I can owl over anything that the three of you might've forgotten." Hugo added.
Otto let out a snort of a laugh as he double checked his bag, "You still can't even owl a letter."
