𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

xix

The next morning while Eurielle was looking over her schedule an unfamiliar owls landed on the table with a rather large package. She raised a dark brow before standing up and grabbing the box and placing it where she had been sitting.

The large box had gained a few people's attention, including Potter and his friends. She glanced up to see them looking at the cardboard package with curiosity. She grabbed her wand, whispered a spell and the box opened, she gasped and moved back when something shot out and set off a tiny explosion in mid-air.

The golden sparks from the miniature firework flittered in the air and spelled out in gold letters, ' From your favorite person ever- Caspian,'

She almost growled before waving away the letter, She was going to kill him. She ignored the curious looks from her peers and looked in the box to see a number of things. American sweets, pictures, letters from Caspian, Aurelia, and some of her other cousins who attended Ilvermorny. The main thing that caught her attention were various little nick nacks that had been dumped in the box.

She sighed, she didn't have time to run this back to her common room, " Ms. Black," said the stern voice of Professor McGonagall. Eurielle looked up and gave the Professor a polite nod.

" Good morning,"

McGonagall frowned at the box, " What is this Ms. Black?" she asked gesturing to the box.

" My cousin sent me a package, it's just nick nacks, letters, and pictures," she said, hoping the professor didn't go through the box because knowing Cas there was no telling what was in there.

The older woman nodded, " I see, now if you please take your mail outside and a house elf will take it up to your dorm, good day Ms. Black,"

Eurielle nodded, grabbing the box and began walking it outside when someone stopped her, " What do you have there, Black?" asked Fred Weasley.

She frowned, " A broom," she said sarcastically and he grinned.

" No, no, no," began George with a grin, " Who's this Caspian and why is he your favorite person?" he said with a suggestive smile.

Eurielle pretended to gag before placing the box down on an empty seat. She reached in and grabbed a Polaroid of her twelve year old cousin standing in what she guessed was the Wampus common room in his school robes.

She thought the Ilvermorny robes were better than Hogwarts. They were dark blue with a thin cranberry colored plaid pattern on the pants. His tie was cranberry colored as well, but the sleeves of his dark blue robes had the wampus symbol printed on them.

" According to my cousin, it's him, " she sighed holding up the picture. The redheads leaned in, and glanced at each other before looking a little disappointed.

" Bugger we can't tease you, " said Fred solemnly.

" I would have enjoyed to see it," she quipped before picking up the box and heading out of the hall.

-

After Charms she headed down the sloping lawns towards Hagrid's hut. She was hoping they would actually get to learn about something interesting and not have Malfoy mess it up for everyone, hopefully, the ass had dropped the class.

Hagrid was standing outside his hut, one hand on the collar of his enormous black boarhound, Fang. There were several open wooden crates on the ground at his feet, and Fang was whimpering and straining at his collar, apparently keen to investigate the contents more closely. As they drew nearer, an odd rattling noise reached her ears, punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions.