𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

87

UNEXPECTED NEWS

___________

The training went surprisingly well, my body still felt slightly numb and sore but I could bear with it and the reward that brought me was a huge reason to keep going. My teammates welcomed me between cheers and joy, having a lot of patience with me and making sure I was doing well all the time. Liv, Pauline and our recent company, Fleur, were hyping me from the terraces.

"It's great to have you back, Lilith," Khaleelah said, coming straight at me after the training, followed by Aileen, who put her arm over my shoulder. "You are really needed in the team."

"Aye, mate," the McDonald girl agreed, "Our matches haven't gone that good since you were gone. We are still top of the classification but you assure us that first place."

"Thank you so much, girls. I really missed this lots."

"We have planned to go grab some drinks at Diagon Alley, wanna come?" Zahir offered me as we entered the changing room to go back to our normal clothes.

"Sure, can my friends come?"

"Obvs."

"Mind if Verity comes as well after work?" Aileen burst, with shiny and bright eyes. Her thing with the blonde girl was going really well lately.

We ended up at the Leaky Cauldron, at the biggest table where we could fit, talking and chatting calmly with our butterbeer and making sure Fleur, Verity, Liv and Pauline felt included in the team. After a couple of hours, Bill showed up to pick up Fleur and take her back home and we took that as a sign to finally go home since the next day both Lin and Olivia had classes.

"Oh, Lilith, I almost forgot!" Pauline burst suddenly when we were going upstairs. "You got some mail early in the morning. Left it on the kitchen table for you to read it."

Before I could reply, someone touched my shoulders, startling me.

"George!" I patted his chest once I turned around and saw his cheerful smile. "You scared the living shit out of me!"

"Good night to you too, Lilith," Fred spoke, coming from behind his twin.

"They're having dinner with us, I don't know if I told you before," Liv said, taking the keys to open our flat.

She didn't tell me, but it wasn't like I would complain.

Getting inside the kitchen and preparing dinner all together, chatting about our days and joking around, we finally sat at the table to enjoy our meals with the dim sound of my gramophone from my room. Quite curious, I grabbed the letter Pauline told me that was for me and almost froze when I read the address from where it came.

"Everything a'right?" Fred asked as soon as he saw my expression, taking the fork to his mouth and making all the eyes focus on me.

"Yes - Uhm, it's just that...I think the address might be wrong." I replied, feeling unable to open the envelope.

"Where is it from?" Liv questioned, scowling.

"The Arambella House," I whispered and felt how everyone hold their gasp. I checked I wasn't reading wrong; Berwick, Northumberland, England. The same number, the same name, the same address...no, I wasn't wrong.

"Lilith," Olivia whispered, "careful,"

I observed the envelope, the only person apart from Severus who knew about the Arambella house's location was my own mother but the letter didn't look as if it had been poisoned nor cursed. Still a bit hesitant, I finally opened the folded parchment, there was a little note in clumsy and quite messy handwriting with a bunch of spelling mistakes;