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Unlike Rose, Hugo didn’t have as many reservations about living away from Hogwarts. In fact this particular Weasley quite preferred it. He knew there was nothing he could do to help the students. Not more than he already did that was by patching them up and telling them to keep their heads down. A Weasley didn’t have power among the Death Eaters. A Weasley that didn’t even want to chose sides definitely didn’t have any power. So he escaped to his flat in Hogsmead every night and tried not to feel like a terrible cousin for ignoring the last remains of his family lingering in the walls without him.

The flutter of an owl’s approach wasn’t anything new for Hugo these past few nights. He looked up from where he’d been busy making the package for his pen pal, smiling when he saw Rose’s owl. A few minutes later and the sleep deprived Weasley was shooing the owl back out so he could get ready for the dinner date. He quickly drank an invigoration draught to try and fight the growing fatigue from nights spent owling a girl he barely know before throwing on a casual pair of trousers and shirt. Buttoning his cloak up to fight the nights chill.

He apparated quickly to Diagon Alley, passing through the empty street before getting into the warm interior of the pub. Glancing around he smiled when he saw the splash of red hair that symbolized his sister. As he walked forward he scooted out of the way of a few patrons before he rounded on the booth, sliding in before he spoke up. ”Good evening, sis.”

In the history of things that could go wrong, Hugo was pretty sure this might rate up in the top ten of his lifetime. (He hadn't been around for his Dad's generation so he wouldn't count all of those massive cock-ups.) Their eldest and most experienced member -not to say anything of the fact he was one of their triumviri- had been captured during the attack. James being his usual self while he was worrying his precious head over Eden being one of the ones taken.

If he had half a mind Hugo might have made the parallels between James' reaction and what happened when his dad was taken. But Hugo wasn't that cruel, and he really didn't care to remember what had caused his sisters walk to the wild side. Once was more than enough for the Weasley.

Though James wasn't the only one to be up at arms once more. The entire Order was planning and coordinating the infiltration to Azkaban to retrieve their lost members. It seemed as though only Hugo and Charlie would be staying behind. But in Hugo's opinion their job would become just as necessary as those actually going out to hunt down the fallen.

After all, even the winners have casualties. Which is why Hugo hadn't signed up to rescue. No. He knew he could make more use of himself if he set up a rendezvous at one of the safe houses they had lurking around England. The minute a team is free of the Death Eaters with their people they should be apparating into the waiting arms of Charlie and Hugo.

But before any of that could happen, Hugo was demanding that Charlie and he be given at least 24 hours to make the safe house prepared for bleeding and that their cabinets were stocked with enough potions to heal an army. Which is why he was apparating into the street outside their safe house at four in the morning on a Saturday morning, armed with parchment, a quill, a bag of of doxicide potions, and his wand. He flicked his wand carefully to unlock the door before heading into the house to begin working on cleaning the dust filled house.

Even the Grimmwald place couldn't be this bad since it was used so often.

(((She can show up a few hours later. The front room, hall, and dining room have been cleaned to near hospital standards. A pile of draperies are on the porch alone with a few pieces of rotted furniture.))

I like your bird just fine. It’s him that has a problem with me. Maybe he’s jealous? I am another male, after all. I threaten his manly birdness with my superior being. I have thumbs, therefore I am superior to him.

I gave him a treat. That is enough spoiling on my end. He needs less spoiling. Then he’ll stop looking at a bloke like they’re just walking food dispensers.

The truth is funny like that, always coming out even when its not wanted. Personally I enjoy our relationship as it stands and I’d rather not rock the boat with something like moving in. But you’re talking months or so from now so maybe I’ll be prepared by then.

Yes, send me a letter every time you shop. I will send you one every time I am in a pub. We will see who gets annoyed first.

My being a ponce is the fun part of life? I worry for your sanity sometimes, Monica. I really do. No magic mirrors, no muggle knowledge, no Wheezes, and now you tell me you like my ponce-ness? Whatever will I do with you.

We will put them in the living area so we might have company for the telly. It should be someone from neither of our families but that we both enjoy.

I am not brain washing him. I am correcting his snotty disposition to bite me, I think he knows that your family wouldn’t approve of me. Possibly because I am a ponce or because he finds me too repulsive to owl you.

I’m not really a ponce but he doesn’t seem to know that.

Alright. Don’t save me from my mum. When I can’t move into our place, you’ll know why. She’ll have killed me by attempting to smash the knowledge into by skull.

I… I can’t say I am surprised you don’t know what a Pygmy Puff is. I have enclosed a picture and a sample product (or two) so you can see what you’re missing!

-Connor AKA H:AH

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Your bloody bird has issues. It’s a demented beast, I tell you. I don’t care what you say on the matter. He looks at me while I write these replies as though he wants to bite a chunk out of my arse if I don’t write faster. Do you not feed him enough?

My name very well could be Connor. I could be putting up such a fight just to throw you off my game. My name is Connor Smith and I live next door to you, as you very well know. Olive flies around the city just so the letters take longer to reach you. It’s all a part of my master plan, of course.

It’s all a lie but wouldn’t it have made a grand tale?

I don’t mind my job as much as I thought I would. Granted just about every job would suck and it’s not as though I had many options since I failed most of my OWLs and NEWTs. The worst part is who I have to work around. Can’t tell you much more, I’m afraid or you might know where I work.

You just read books all day? Dear lord you sound like my Mum. I would have gone shopping instead. Gotten yourself a nice transforming rabbit or gone to that little Twisted Arts. If you haven’t been there I suggest you go. It will sell you bloody near everything.

Most guests would ignore it… However is we put it in the bathroom, move it to in front of the loo right when guests come over. That will make for some awkward yet hilarious times. Then we will move it back to its proper place over the sink.

Muggle appliances. Really I must insist. They have this box called “the fridge” to keep your food cold and an oven to cook food in. What we really need, though, is a telly. They play movies. Which are like pictures but they keep moving and don’t react to anything they tell you, but tell stories. The best ones have tons of explosions.

Perhaps Olive might one day have a little nest of birds in our apartment. Then we’ll have all the little balls of fluff to annoy your Ares with.

You could share some details then, since you’ve read that thick tomb? So I can astound her with my knowledge over dinner. If you could also provide me with other book stuff I would be in your debt.

There might even be another chocolate frog in it for you, or whatever candy you most prefer. Or a bit and bob from Wheezes? Since you are banned from the store?

-Connor AKA H:AH

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NOAH ADRIAN WEASLEY

It wasn't much of a surprise to Hugo when one of his cousins was floated into the infirmary. He had expected this much to happen, one day. It was a bit inevitable, considering the size of the Weasley family and the fact they still had cousins in Hogwarts. Especially when one considered the fact they were Weasley’s in a school full of Death Eaters.

What did surprise him, though, was the state in which his cousin was being floated in. It looked as though he’d been wrestling with the Whomping Willow and lost. There was blood dripping onto the floor and if Hugo wasn’t mistaken he could see a bit of bone poking through the boys skin. Hugo might not have been so upset about it all if it weren’t for the fact the newest Ancient Runes professor had commandeered all the pain relieving potions.

It was all the better that Noah was unconscious anyway.

Hugo got to work quickly to set the bone and patch up all the various scrapes and cuts and a few of the bruises, before disappearing to the office to start work on making the potion. He wanted to get it done before he had to shove the bone mending potion down his cousin’s throat. He’d only gotten a few stoppers in before he was roused by a shout that him out of the office with his wand drawn in a blink.

Right, not a threat.

”One. Don’t move. Two. You’re an idiot. And three, what the hell Noah? Playing chicken with a bludger?” He scoffed as he pushed his wand back up his sleeve into the carrier he had strapped to his forearm. With that said he turned and went back to his office, coming back a few second later with two potions in his hands and walking up to Noah’s side. ”Drink these. Then no moving. You’ll stay here tonight so I can hopefully keep you from hurting yourself more. Uncle Charlie doesn’t know about any of this so you’re fine there.” He kept on talking as he removed the stoppers and held the bone mending potion to Noah’s lips, intent his young cousin really not move.

Waking up to your hawk, first thing in the morning, might I inform you is rather not a fun way to wake up. He bit my nose. I had a feather in my ear.

I'm sure the feeling of "you'd never believe who you're talking to" goes both ways. Hopefully. Unless you've figured out my name isn't actually Connor?

Speaking of waiting I'm about to head into my work so I won't be able to respond till my lunch and then again till I'm off the clock. Being an adult is such fun, isn't it?

We'll have to get one for our apartment! Yes, it does talk to you in response to what you say. You can have actual conversations with it that aren't just repeated phrases it knows. It picks up words from you as well.

It was poisoned with delicious chocolate.

Now that I've written that I realize just how bad it might sound. Don't worry, Monica! I have no intention of killing you. I won't be paying the rent on our place alone.

I can accept the contrast between light and dark. Just no black furniture. Maybe black muggle appliances in the kitchen? Really run away from this world and live like muggles!

I wish Olive cared enough to feel belittled by the word pet. But she just preens and makes weird cooing sounds and wants you to scratch her wing. Ares sounds far smarter than mine.

Is I was a bird? I want to be an ostrich, if only because they are so odd and giant and even if they can't fly they are might interesting. Plus I could run really fast. And you, Monica? Would you join me as an ostrich or would you fly like Ares and Olive?

Hogwarts: A History. My mum always tried to read it to me like it was a bedside story and when I went to Hogwarts there would always be one in my trunk. One year she filled my trunk with them and then kept sending them via owl. It was terrible. I still haven't read the poor thing.

I won't be able reply till late, so until then, goodbye Miss Monica.

-Connor AKA H:AH

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