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Sand in the hourglass

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Madam Banagher

How quickly time had passed—Silvia remembered standing by Hogwarts’s entrance for the very last time, bickering with her classmates, eager to go home and leave school behind.

 

Fifteen years had passed since then, and her life had changed measurably. She spent time abroad and competed in professional dueling tournaments. She got married. She had children. And now, one of those children was going off to Hogwarts for the very first time. 

 

She was not an especially warm person, and she felt vaguely ashamed that she didn’t feel something closer to sadness that Julian would be leaving home for the first time.

 

Honestly, she was a little more concerned that he’d be off starting fires or stealing, like he had in the last year that she’d sent him to Junior Dueling Camp. Where he got the motivation to do such things, she really wouldn’t have known. 

 

“If a Prefect or a Professor tells you to do something, you do it,” Silvia ordered him as they wheeled his trunk through the station. “Stay out of detention. And Merlin, stay away from that McQueen-Trengrove boy. You two get into nothing but trouble together.”

 

She let out a heavy sigh. Thank Merlin Raphael was at home watching Audrey. At least this way Julian probably wouldn’t get into trouble before he even got on the train. 

Edited by Madam Banagher

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Julian Banagher

Julian fidgeted uncomfortably as his mother pushed the trunk carrying his cart in front of them. She’d made him change into the school uniform before they left the house, and he already hated it. It was too warm, it was stiff, and it was itchy. Who the hell had decided that they should all walk around wearing wool sweaters and stiff white undershirts and robes that were heavy and made it a chore to walk? He was already exhausted.

 

He grumbled under his breath as his mother started rattling off a list of demands—listen to prefects and professors (really? How were they any different than the camp officiators? Did they deserve being listened to?), stay out of detention (well he definitely didn’t plan on getting caught for anything he did), stay away from Dale (as if he was going to ditch his best friend...)

 

His fidgeting had already worn a hole in the bottom of his sweater. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “I just want to get on the train already.”

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Madam Banagher

Silvia frowned when she noticed the hole in Julian’s sweater. “That was brand new,” she let out an exasperated sigh as she kept her eyes trained ahead. She couldn’t very well take her wand out and repair the sweater without attracting attention from the muggles that crowded the station. 

 

She frowned again as they approached the platform. It was weird to think that she wouldn’t see her son for months—not until she returned to Hogwarts in the spring term to teach Apparition. She wouldn’t need to constantly be chasing after him, making sure that he didn’t get into trouble.

 

Her attack at the hands of a Death Eater sixteen years ago came to mind for a brief moment. It had happened, after all, when she’d stepped on the train for her last year at Hogwarts. 

 

She shook the thought out of her mind. Nothing bad was going to happen to Julian. She suspected he’d be getting detentions, but she didn’t think mortal peril was something she’d have to worry about. Death Eaters, after all, were long gone, according to The Daily Prophet. 

 

They went through the entrance to the platform, and Silvia was immediately taken back to that same train ride—shiny emerald Head Girl badge pinned to her robes; flashes in her eyes from her fathers taking picture after picture. 

 

She stood there, frozen in place, as students were hugging their parents goodbye and dragging their trunks up onto the train.

 

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