hello my old heart.

mark your calendars for august 31, 1980 at 4:30pm. 

henry and sybill welcome everyone to the grounds of hogwarts to celebrate all the love surrounding each of us. we look forward to seeing everyone in attendance. there will be a reception following the ceremony.

*shoes optional.*

special mention: @staygoldengilderoy, @pandorakane, @missdaisyhookum, @hanestlythebestlee, @pureavery

While Zephyr wasn’t going to say that Remus getting fired was a good thing, it had been something of a relief to know they wouldn’t have to work around both of their job schedules in regards to taking care of Katie when they were first figuring out how things were going to work. A downside to that, however, was that Remus’ coworkers apparently didn’t know Remus had a kid.

“I didn’t know anything about kids when Katie first showed up, either, but Remus made sure we invested in parenting books, so that helps. I may not be much good with books, but at least he is. Seeing her walk is going to be amazing when it first starts, but that will probably stop being a wonder once she starts getting into everything and running.” Or maybe it wouldn’t stop being a wonder, he’d just end up distracted by other firsts, Zephyr didn’t know.

“This is Katie, who enjoys chasing the cat in her spare time and thinks she needs to steal things off tables, especially if it’s a mug. One of these days I’m going to turn my back on her and she’s going to burn herself. Either that or turn into a caffeine addict, which I’ve been told she isn’t allowed to do yet because she’s too young.”

“You know Remus?” Sybill may as well have been living under a rock as far as Remus was concerned. She knew nothing about his life since she’d left Flourish and Blott’s to focus on preparing for Hogwarts. “He’s such a love. You’re lucky you have him to help, I’m sure he’s fantastic with her. How’d you two meet? You don’t sound like you’re —“

He wasn’t from London. He was from America. And his mother had died and he moved across seas to — Sybill put her hands over her mouth with the flashback. “You’re Zephyr. I read your cards some time ago. I can’t believe I — I’m normally so good with faces,” she gave an uncomfortable laugh remembering the things she’d seen. “It must have been Katie’s cute face I was focused on before. I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you,” she reached out a friendly hand to his. “Either way, it’s nice to re-meet you under such beautiful circumstances.”

Sybill looked down at Katie. Zephyr might not have his mother but now he was a doting father who could give her the world. There should never be an exchange of a life for a life but hopefully the baby was some kind of comfort for his loss. It appeared so but she could be wrong. It’s not something she would understand.

At his description of Katie, Sybill laughed. “It sounds like she and I have a lot in common already. Cats, mugs, accidents — if she’s anything like me, you’ll love her to pieces,” Sybill smiled gently, “But I can see you’ll love her dearly no matter what, Zephyr.”

“Ah, well if you remember you can let me know,” Luka said smiling slightly. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle with the silliness. He wasn’t sure he could keep up, but he was certainly going to try. “No I haven’t been, I was told it was going to be even harder to breathe up there. That and I don’t know how I would feel not being one of the tallest.” 

He raised his eyebrow and let out a full laugh delighted at her assessment of the two of them. “I would say so. You very much don’t look like a flobberworm, and I’m hardly scary enough to be a troll. Although you’ll have to tell me if I start to be.” 

He shook his head as she laughed, trying to keep himself from busting his own rib. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I was going to abandon you in the middle of a dance. That would be very rude, and very trollish.” He said with a pseudo seriousness. 

“Besides, I like dancing with a certain element of sporadicness,” He said although he was concerned that she was in heels when she normally wasn’t. He didn’t want her to sprain an ankle, so he’d have to keep a close eye on her. 

Luka took her hands placing them where they were supposed to be with a soft smile instead of a laughing one. “Absolutely not trying to laugh at you, Sybill. If you get nervous let me know and I’ll help you okay?” 

“Well, we may not look like or act like them, but you are now and forever my troll and I shall be your flobberworm,” Sybill smiled as she fumbled in an attempted a courtesy. “I learned a lot from my parents but being graceful wasn’t one of them. In case you couldn’t tell by my display of clutziness that has been in your presence.”

She couldn’t help but feel at ease with Luka. She didn’t feel like she had to pretend she was something she was not. While Sybill always marched to the beat of her own drummer there were certain people who made her feel like she was good just being her Sybill self. Like she didn’t have to prove anything and Luka was one of those people. He’d been so sweet to her and hoped she returned the favor. She assumed she did due to the smile and laugh he carried with him since he’d asked her to dance.

“Sporadicness. What a good word. I must remember it since it sums me up quite well. Wouldn’t you agree?” She tipped her head to the side and smiled. “I will certainly keep you on your toes even if it’s by stepping on them.”

Once Luka decided to take the reigns and help Sybill figure out where her hands ought to go, she stood up as straight as she could, though even with her heels she was a mere 5’ 4” tall — a tall 5’ 4” she would argue with anyone who tried to tell her differently.

Sybill lowered her head in an attempt to stifle a laugh. “It’s okay for you to laugh at me, Luka. I laugh at myself all the time. It’s sort of a requirement for life. If you can’t laugh at yourself it means you’re doing something wrong! I will try my best to get this right — oh, who am I kidding? It won’t be right, but it’ll be well worth it, even if my nerves kick in,” she stood there awkwardly as she waited for Luka to begin dancing. “I think you’re supposed to take the lead? That’s what I’ve heard anyway.”

“Of course I hear myself talk. I have a voice and two working ears.”

“Henry, oh Henry! He’s the most beautiful, beautiful, beautiful person. Can you believe he asked me to marry him? And while we were -- maybe I shouldn’t share that. But it was a-mazing.”

“Daisy is fan-freakin-tastic. She gets me and soooo many people don’t and she still loves me! If anyone hurts Daisy, I’m going to have to pull out -- what’s the phrase? ‘A call of whoop’ --” Sybill looks up, “oop! Sorry I almost said that, Dad!”

“Luka is the troll to my flobberworm!”

“You’re absolutely deserving and I’ll prove it to you until our days end.”

“I -- Luka! Don’t make me not know what to say!”

“And a few specific people. That includes you, Mr. Henry Fawley.”