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School had finally let out, not that Fiona had really wanted it to. However, there was a difference between learning in school and learning on your own. She very much enjoyed the school year's type of learning, but she also enjoyed having free time to do learning of her own. Most of her own, personal learning leaned towards the darker magic, which not many knew about. She had only expressed this interest to her cousin, Ben, and her aunt Moira, who happened to be into dark arts as well. Fiona's aunt Moira had confirmed earlier that year that Fiona's own father had, indeed, been swept away into dark arts. Of course, Fiona's biggest fear had been she, herself, delving into the dark arts and getting consumed by them only to realize that her father had been an innocent man. With this new found information and knowledge, Fiona continued to throw herself into the dark arts full force, happy to know that she would never have to worry again about her father being innocent and she being the devil.
Of course, Fiona didn't believe herself to the devil. She just understood that's what most people would think if it ever got out that she was very interested in the dark arts.
That was also the reason she shied away from stores such as Borgin and Burke's, which had a nasty reputation for only catering to the darkest of dark witches and wizards. Fiona didn't want to get caught in that nasty place. So, instead, she meandered through Dervish and Banges, perusing the shelves for a good dark arts find. Ben had always been good at finding those things. There wasn't much in Dervish and Banges that caught Fiona's attention, so she left and casually walked along High Street, chaperon in tow.
Fiona saw a mop of blondish hair find it's way into the Three Broomsticks, and she knew that hair. It was her brother, Frederick. Fiona sent her chaperon home, telling her sternly that Frederick was an adult now, her older brother, and more than capable of being her chaperon. With that, she turned and entered the pub alone, finding her way over to where her brother was sitting, alone, by a window. As she passed the bar, she ordered a butterbeer for herself, seeing that her brother already possessed one, and pointed to the table where she would be.
Without any further delay, Fiona made her way to her brother's table and slid into the seat across from him. There was a pause between them as she surveyed her brother, now officially an adult and a Hogwarts graduate. "So, how's it feel to be an adult now?" It was a silly question, but a real one. She was going to enter her sixth year at school, and had just finished taking her OWL exams. She felt more grown up already, though in all honesty she had always felt more grown up than most of her siblings. She like Frederick; he was one of her more favoured siblings. Due to being in different houses, they had never really had much time to spent together, but hopefully they could use this summer to become close, despite Frederick's job.
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