<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #00FF00">Lillith Tobby Prince</span></span><br/><br/>A month. That was all she had before she had to go back. She had gotten her results from her O.W.L.s the day before. Her mother and father were proud, as expected. But she knew they didn’t know what she was like at school. The way she acted from school was the exact opposite of home. At home she talked often and laughed with her parents. School, she was quiet. Lillith enjoyed laughing, but she couldn’t at school. She practically had no friends there.<br/><br/>“Lily, you ready to go?” her father, Micheal asked her. She turned from the window to see her father dressed in dark blue wizard robes.<br/><br/>“I guess. Mum isn’t able to go again. It’s not raining,” Lillith answered, sounding slightly down. Her mother, Lenneth, couldn’t go out in the sunlight. She had, a condition, so to speak. Lillith had inherited some of the symptoms. Sharp canines, something she was taught to hide as a kid. She was pale, but then again she fit the stereotype of a typical red headed Irish girl. Then there were the blood supplements. Fortunately those looked like small pills. Lillith could count on one hand how many people knew her secret. Her father and mother, only living relatives now. The headmistress of Hogwarts, Headmistress Stilinski, of course, because of who she was. Professor Jordan knew as head of her house. Then their family healer, as he was the one to give her the blood supplements. Five people she knew of for sure.<br/><br/>“Lily! Stop daydreaming please, I’m talking to you.” her father’s voice finally broke through.<br/><br/>“Oh, sorry Da. I don’t mean to, I was just thinking ‘bout school.” Lillith explained as she blinked owlishly at her father. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.<br/><br/>“Yeah Ok. Go put your shoes on. We’re going.” He said and walked to the fireplace. Lillith had nodded and turned to grab her boots, slipping them on. She followed after her dad and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. They spent the day in Diagon Alley getting her books and looking around.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Aaron Peter Morris</span></span><br/><br/>It was so dusty in the Leaky Cauldron. Dark too if he was honest. Aaron had started working as a waiter-slash-busboy almost a week after school had let out. Tom had been looking for someone young and strong. Also, preferably attractive. Though Tom claimed that Aaron wasn’t as good looking as him. He was just glad to be out of that stupid orphanage he was in. He also got the chance to make some wizard money. Merlin knew he needed it. The orphanage couldn’t give him money, only for his books. But he wanted extra for things like the Weasley shop. They liked to see him in there, something about being a Gryffindor. He also wanted money for while he was at school. Honeydukes was definitely a thing.<br/><br/>“Morris! Table four!” Tom yelled at him from the bar. With a roll of his eyes Aaron headed over with a tub to put dishes in. He wasn’t allowed to do magic outside of school for another year. So he had to do the cleaning the muggle way. He didn’t really mind, he grew up like this. But he did love the magical world.<br/><br/>As Aaron finished the table he heard the fireplace roar with the sound of someone flooing. He looked up to see an older man with black hair and familiar blue eyes. Then a girl tumbled out behind him wearing muggle clothes. She was a fellow student from school. One he had seen in a few of his classes, He couldn’t think of her name at that moment, but he knew she was a Slytherin, and that she was the odd one from the house. Always by herself.<br/><br/>He had seen another classmate pass through earlier. A Ravenclaw he thought. He wasn’t sure. She might have been on the team. He had seen her around the thestrals before. He’s heard a few people call her Gotha before. Aaron let out another sigh and shook his hair out. It didn’t really matter anyways.