𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 ☆ 12

"Just keep talking about that tiny ball of light touching your heart, she'll come round," Harry said in a low tone.

"Blimey, Rosie, I forgot, you want a wand, don't you?" Ron said, looking at Rosalyn sitting opposite them. "I have one here." He pulled a wand out of his pocket. "Blackthorn, ten inches, took it off a snatcher after Harry and I split. They're not the brightest, and one was definitely part troll, the smell of him..."

Rosalyn sniggered, pointing the wand at a jar with a floating flame in it on the table (Hermione's specialty).

"Engorgio," Rosalyn said to the flame in the jar. It exploded. "Reducio!"

The flame shrunk immediately. Rosalyn wasn't used to the wand yet. "What's going on in there?" They heard Hermione from the other room.

"Nothing!" Harry and Ron quickly called.

A second later, Hermione pulled the tent flap open. "We need to talk."

"Yeah, alright," Ron nodded. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

Pulling The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore out of her pocket, she joined the others, sitting next to Rosalyn. "I want to go and see Xenophilius Lovegood."

"What?" Rosalyn exclaimed in shock.

"See this?" Hermione pointed to the book. "It's a letter Dumbledore wrote to Gindewald, look, there's the mark again." And there it was, the 'A' in 'Albus' was the triangle-circle-line mark.

"It keeps cropping up," Hermione sighed. "In Beedle the Bard, in the graveyard in Godric's Hollow," Rosalyn nodded.

"It was there, too," Rosalyn said, suddenly remembering.

"Where?" Hermione asked.

"Outside Gregorovich's wand shop," Rosalyn breathed. "But what does it mean?"

"Look, you've got no idea where the next horcrux is and neither do I, but this, this means something," Hermione told them.

"Yeah," Ron looked like a lovesick puppy. "Hermione's right. So I say we vote on it, all in favour of going to Lovegood's..."

He put his hand up whilst everyone stared at him. "Tough crowd," he muttered under his breath.

Rosalyn rolled her eyes, heading away to go and make dinner.

☆☆☆

The next day, however, they did go to the Lovegood's. Rosalyn knew it was near the Burrow, and she wasn't a bit surprised when she saw an isolated, weirdly shaped house in the middle of nowhere.

"Luna," Ron said under his breath as they neared the house and climbed up the steps. The other three echoed him promptly.

Rosalyn sighed as they reached the door, worried for what was to come. Before she snorted at the three signs on the door.

Xenophilius Lovegood, Editor of The Quibbler

Pick your own misteltoe

Keep off the dirigible plums

"Remind me why we're doing this?" Ron asked, him too snorting.

Rosalyn had already knocked on the door.

It opened immediately, well, the top half of it, and the exuberant, long blonde haired man that Rosalyn had met at the wedding looked out. "Yes?"

"Er- Mr Lovegood, forgive me, I'm Rosalyn Potter, we met a few months ago at Bill and Fleur's wedding? We were just wondering if we could ask you a few questions?" Rosalyn said politely. "Can we come in?"