Chapter 8 - Both my girls lookin good together.

Angelina Johnson

Lucia Malfoy was a pretty fourth year girl and rather famous for being one of the most talented witches in school.

She was in Oliver Woods year and had been paired with him by Snape for a potions project last year, according to him she was one of the 'nice' Slytherin's- if such a thing was possible.

Unlike the others she didn't spend her time antagonising the other houses and mostly kept to herself and was- as far as Angelina knew- friendless. So why was she here?

Angelina's eyes narrowed in suspicion, she was still a Slytherin.

Unfortunately she was also carrying a plate of food, causing Ash to chitter happily.

Lucia smiled at the little Phoenix.

"Sure." Angelina nodded stiffly and Lucia stepped forward into the warmth of the fire, her eyes drifting to the distant figure of her shirtless boyfriend swimming in the ice cold lake.

"He's here every morning," Lucia said softly. "Doesn't he ever take time to rest?"

Angelina turned to her, trying to figure out what this girl wanted and why she was here in the freezing grounds.

She shrugged, there was no harm in talking to her, "According to him he spends most of the day resting."

Lucia scoffed, "He's never resting, everywhere he goes he's got his nose buried in some book, or even when he's not doing that he's practicing occlumency in the corridors between classes, the only time he isn't is with you."

She was very observant, Angelina had seen it too, at lunch he was always reading some ancient tome, or practicing wand movements under the table, walking around the corridors between classes with that somewhat unnerving blank emotionless expression that reminded her of Snape.

"It takes hard work to be the best." Angelina answered simply, echoing the words he had once said to her.

"He already is the best though- isn't he?" Lucia asked, "Only eleven years old but he already understands more about magic than anyone else I've spoken too, he's talented, intelligent, handsome, definitely ambitious- I'm surprised he wasn't placed into Slytherin."

"I suppose he had more courage than cunning." She answered with a small smile.

"He has more of both than any Slytherin or Gryffindor I've ever met," Lucia said. "Most of them wouldn't have dared enter that lake even if you'd paid them."

Angelina chuckled, "Fred and George would, but their bravery toes the line with stupidity far too often."

Lucia smiled slightly, no doubt remembering many of the antics of Fred and George over the last three years.

"They're already saying he'll be the next Dumbledore." Lucia said softly, her eyes watching the distant figure of Dorian in the water.

There was a soft crying from Angelina's shoulder causing her to look towards Ash, she was staring between Lucia and her plate of bacon, no doubt showing off the adorable look she weaponised when she wanted something.

Lucia looked to her first asking, "Would he mind if I fed his pet a little?"

Angelina shook her head, glad Lucia had the grace to ask before handing the adorable Phoenix a piece of bacon.

Ash chirped happily, hopping from her shoulder to Lucia's, and nuzzling gently against her cheek as the older girl giggled softly.

Just as she was beginning to question where this ungrateful bird's loyalties lie it turned back to her, staring between Angelina and the plate of food on her lap, offering the very same look she had just moments before given to Lucia.

Lucia chuckled lightly as Angelina handed over a piece of bacon, and Ash returned to her shoulder happily. Apparently Ash was only loyal to food.

We continued to talk aimlessly, with Ash hopping between us as we took turned feeding the adorable creature breakfast, small smiles on our faces at how happy she was with all the attention and food, until Lucia said.

"That's a very nice necklace, I didn't know you two were betrothed already."

"What?" She asked with some surprise. "Me and Dorian aren't engaged." She said quickly.

"Really? That sure looks like a betrothal necklace, isn't that why you're wearing it? To show that you're taken?" Lucia looked quite perplexed.

"It looks like a betrothal necklace?" She asked in turn.

Lucia nodded, "It's coloured silver and blue- the colours of house Olivander, and it's certainly high quality. In pureblood circles that kind of jewelry isn't exchanged outside of marriage proposals. My mother has a similar necklace of green and black- the colours of the Malfoy family."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise, Dorian certainly hasn't said anything about it being a betrothal necklace, and she certainly wasn't familiar with pureblood traditions, she was a halfblood- as were both her parents.

The closest connection she had to anything pureblood outside Dorian was a friendship with Fred and George, and according to them the Weasleys were nearly considered blood traitors by the ancient pureblood families.

"He certainly never told me we were betrothed." She said, her eyes tracking the quickly approaching figure of Dorian in the icy water.

Lucia chuckled, "I think he just wants everyone else to think you're betrothed. It's not a big deal, I wouldn't mind sharing him anyway, in fact I would prefer that I did."

Angelina spluttered, her head snapping to stare at the other girl in shock, "You- what?"

Ash let out a little musical cry that forced calmness into the air, she felt the little phoenix brushing her cheek softly with its feathers.

Meanwhile Lucia's eyes widened suddenly, "He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" She asked, her eyes tracing over where Dorian had just arrived at shore, causing her to miss the little mischievous smile on Lucia's face as she said,

"He proposed to me over Christmas."

"HE WHAT!?"

***

Dorian Olivander

Angelina's shriek carried over to where I stood at the shoreline but I was far to exhausted to bother, my entire body shook from the cold and if it weren't for my occlumency I were certain I would have passed out by now.

Dropping to the snow covered ground, my face completely blank, I began to do push-ups.

I could hear Ash chittering happily as the two girls spoke, she had done a good job weaponizing her cuteness to make them get along, I would have to reward her later.

Without me seeing she must have waddled over because I felt her hop onto my head happily, using my hair as a nest in which to rest, her presence melting the icicles that were quickly forming in my hair.

Soon enough I completely fifty and climbed to my feet, shaking the snow off my hands and made my way towards the campfire where the girls were still taking.

Angelina turned to me immediately and accused, "You proposed to another girl? Why didn't you even tell me?"

I stared at her for a moment before I drew my black wand, hands were shaking in the cold, turning to Lucia, who was holding her cloak tightly around herself, I offered her a kind smile saying, "It's quite cold out this morning isn't it?"

With that I pointed my want towards the campfire, wordlessly casting the most powerful amplification charm I knew from Voldemorts considerable arsenal.

An enormous pillar of golden flames burst into the sky, causing billowing heat to flood in all directions, instantly melting the surrounding snow and doing an adequate job of warming me up.

Both girls took a step back staring up at the massive pillar that just shot out from the campfire, looking slightly intimidated by the display of power.

Good, they needed a reminder of who they were dealing with.

"Not anymore." I heard Lucia mutter.

Turning back to Angelina I pulled her into a hug, she didn't resist, allowing her body to press against mine as I took the plate of food from her, half of which I was grateful to see she had saved for me, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek I said,

"Thankyou for bringing me food, Angelina, you really are the best girlfriend." Her cheeks darkened at the praise, her fist lightly colliding with my bare chest as she said lightly,

"Hey! I'm still mad at you, don't avoid the question."

I directed a slightly accusatory glare towards Lucia, she was trying to get me in trouble on purpose.

"Well first of all no, I did not propose to Lucia Malfoy. My father proposed to her father- Lucius Malfoy- that we joined our houses in holy matrimony by way of marriage. In pureblood families marriages are handled and decided upon by the lord of the house, this tradition was implemented because love struck idiots are well… idiots, and therefore not trusted to make potentially legacy destroying decisions. Ancient houses such as us Olivanders didn't survive thousands of years by accident." I finished, leaving out the fact my father would have never penned that letter had I not asked him too.

"Second of all, I did not tell you because I hadn't yet found the right time and I wasn't in any particular hurry." I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Even if her father accepted the proposal, we wouldn't be able to get married until Lucia is of age, which is about three years away, plenty of time to convince you of the many virtues and reasons for me to have multiple women." I finished, trying to hold back my smile as she pulled back to glare at me.

It was very cute.

"Like what?" She asked with a pout, it was hard to be angry when I knew Ash was giving her the 'look' from atop my head.

"The first one is that I enjoy it." I answered with a grin, moving to pull Lucia into my grasp as well, so that I had one girl under each arm.

Lucia gasped as I pulled her close, going quite stiff.

"You're both very beautiful and I have to admit- you look great together. I'd love to take you on a date," Turning my head to face Angelina I asked. "When's the next Hogsmeade weekend?"

"It's during the Easter holidays, but first years aren't allowed, they only start from third year and you need parental permission." She answered.

I tilted my head downwards, gesturing to Ash who was nestled firmly into my hair, "They can't stop me leaving the castle, only give me detention when we get back, and for a date with you? It's well worth it."

Turning to Lucia I said, "You're coming too, I'll see you soon, alright?"

She still stood looking rather stiff as she directed a burning glare at me, "Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Butt!" I looked down to where my hand had grabbed her, unable to pretend it had been an honest mistake, I gave it a little pinch.

Lucia jolted with a yelp, giving me a light slap on my bare shoulder as I let go, Angelina giggled. "If you wanted to touch you could have just asked, but I suppose turn about's fair play."

I was satisfied to see Lucia's cheeks redden as I released her from my embrace, taking hold of Angelina's hand and beginning to stroll back to the castle.

"We have about an hour until classes start, what would you like to do?" I asked her.

A mischievous smile spread across her lips as she said, "I could think of a thing or two."

***

I had a fucking philosophers stone.

I stared at the fat red ruby in my grasp as I stood in my ritual room, I was still in disbelief.

Classes resumed a little late as they were still searching the castle leaving enough time for me and Angelina to have some fun beforehand, an early morning blowjob before classes was now officially my new favorite way to start the day.

Now however classes as well as dinner was over and it was finally time for me to inspect my new treasure.

Ravenclaw's diadem sat firmly on my head and my thoughts had never felt so clear, it's intellect enhancing properties were extremely useful when it came to learning new things.

There were several alchemy books open around me, each open on the pages displaying the limited knowledge known about the philosopher's stone, alchemy was a magical science and it drew many parallels with muggle chemistry and physics, the understanding of small particles, the approach to uncovering new findings.

Alchemy was a study of the world itself and the ways in which it could be manipulated through magic, it differed from subjects like potions or transfiguration in that it did not seek to produce any definitive or predefined results, merely to discover what was possible.

It was often mistaken that the purpose of alchemy was the creation of a philosopher's stone, but from my understanding that was merely a single step, the purpose of alchemy as I understood it was the plum the depth of possibility, on the true scale of possibility the creation of a philosopher's stone was both an insignificant achievement and by far one of the greatest achievements of humanity.

The first law of magic was after all that nothing was impossible, otherwise it wouldn't be magic at all.

The known ability of the philosophers stone was mostly theoretical

Accounts varied, but the first property known was its transmutation abilities, some said the stone could turn lead into gold, others claimed it could turn any metal into gold, still others said it could seamlessly transmute any metal into any metal desired.

The piles of gold, silver, platinum, titanium, and even uranium (which I had to enchant to not poison me) that sat behind me told me it was fully capable of transmuting any metal I desired, however it wasn't so simple, one needed a rudimentary understanding of physics and chemistry to do so, something I learned from the muggle world but I suspect Nickolas Flamel had to have developed himself more than six hundred years ago.

The method worked by pulling sub-atomic particles from the air and sticking them into the individual atoms of the desired metal to produce a new one, it did not create something from nothing.

If it did it would be in defiance of the second law of magic - magical energy could not be created nor destroyed.

Even conjugation had a cost of magical energy.

Of course the first and second laws of magic were conflicting- magic was weird like that, laws were only considered true until broken.

It's second ability was far more useful and valuable- the elixir of life.

Before me sat a bucket of plain water, I dropped the stone in with a soft plop.

I watched with interest was ruby red veins like lightning spread from the stone through the clear water, slowly they expanded turning the water to the colour of blood and within minutes I had a full bucket before me- full of the elixir of life.

It looked like a bucket of resplendent glowing blood, ruby red and thicker than the water had been.

With my wand I conjured a ladle, scoping out a small amount of the elixir of life, I brought it too my lips and took a small sip, feeling it slide down my throat, it tasted- there was no other way to put it- like love. It reminded me of the feeling I got when I was with Angelina, both happy and sweet.

I closed my eyes and focused on my occlumency, entering the world of my mind moments later.

The world of my mind was mostly composed of white fog filled with specs of colour, there was the seven pillars, one for willpower and six for various emotions, there was the library of information and a few orbs of memory laying about having yet to be sorted.

This white fog was my soul, Voldemort's had been black but mine, like most others was resplendent white, tainted only by my emotions- represent by the specs of colour within.

Not much was actually known about the soul, study was difficult and it was one of the least understood things in all of magic.

Suddenly a rush of pinkish red entered my minds world, the elixir of life had arrived, it was slight in comparison to my soul but I watched as the two collided for moment before it was absorbed.

The moment it was I felt my mind rejuvenated, all tiredness left me in an instant and I was suddenly wide awake.

The translucent white fog of my soul became slightly more opaque and the quantity of white fog increased slightly, the red pillar of love behind me also thickened slightly.

The increase in white fog wasn't too alarming but that didn't mean it wasn't a slight problem, the expansion of the soul was a regular phenomenon all wizards experienced naturally with age, it was generally caused my powerful emotions and was the leading thing that caused one's magical capacity to increase.

The bigger ones soul the more magic it could contain, stronger emotions caused one's soul to expand which was why during one's teenage years the soul tended to expand the most, puberty was an emotionally unstable time.

The problem was now- just like with strong emotions- there was a pressure being placed upon my occlumency walls, and unlike with strong emotions it wasn't fading with time.

The stages of occlumency were simple, as previously mentioned the first stage was learning how to blank one's mind and control one's emotions, this was the beginner stage.

The second stage was to sort the memories and emotions before constructing the pillars and strengthening the will. This was the intermediate stage.

The third stage, the advanced stage, was to take material from these pillars and construct walls. Walls wasn't exactly the correct term to use as it was more of a box, it would start small before expanding to encompass and protect everything, until one's entire soul was contained within. It was only after this one could be considered a master occlumens.

I was a master occlumens, the slightly transparent crystal walls of my mind stood far in the distance, they were colourless, having been constructed from pure willpower. Others would construct their walls from a mix of things, love, pride, anger, will, mine only had a single material.

Love could fade, pride could be humbled, anger could be appeased, but my will was eternal and unbreakable.

Reaching my hand out to the middle pillar I scooped out a bit of the colourless substance and threw it towards the box the encompassed my soul, it expanded ever so slightly, enough to fully contain my expanded soul and the pressure was relived.

Had I drank the entire bucket it would have been a painful process and my walls might even have broken, thankfully the small sip left little issue.

Still this a groundbreaking discovery, drinking the elixir of life had caused my soul to expand, which in turn caused my magical capacity to grow slightly, simply put the Flamels likely had near endless pools of magic and despite the risk I was considering downing the entire bucket right this second.

Of course this wasn't to say that after drinking the elixir of life for 600 years they had infinite pools of magic, there was a limit to how much soul the body could contain, but I suspected the Flames had far larger magic pools than anyone else alive- though this wouldn't be much of a surprise even without my discovery, they were six hundred years old and had no doubt undergone many powerful emotions.

However expansion of the soul wasn't the only effect, it wasn't even the main effect- that was the change in the translucency of the soul.

It was known that as a wizard aged their soul would grow more and more transparent until it faded completely, at which point a wizard would die of old age, this process naturally took somewhere from one hundred to two hundred years- which was also the natural lifespan for a wizard.

It wasn't the body that gave out as a wizard aged as it was with muggles, it was the soul, otherwise a simple ageing potion would be the secret to immortality and there would be no need for the elixir of life.

It was also believed that a babies soul would be completely opaque, making the cycle of a soul of a wizard go from opaque at birth to completely translucent at death.

The elixir of life had the ability to reverse this process.

I fell into deep thought and couldn't help but be reminded of horcruxes in some way.

When I had absorbed Voldemort's soul piece my soul had expanded in a similar way, but Voldemort's own occlumency had stacked with mine- negating the problem I had just had to deal with, my soul also hadn't gotten any less transparent in the process, but what if that was simply because Voldemort was older than I?

If I repeated the process- in the unlikely case a baby somehow created a horcrux- with a baby's soul would it have the same effect as the elixir of life? This was purely theoretical and not something I would ever share, Voldemort would definitely start slaughtering babies if it got out that they could be a path towards immortality- hell, she already did slaughter babies without the promise of immortality.

Well, she tried and failed anyway.

But this lead me to a single question, was the philosopher's stone some form of horcrux? It didn't radiate dark magic, but there was certainly the aura of the soul within it, and the effect of absorbing the elixir of life was remarkably similar to absorbing a soul- without all the memories.

My mind, assisted by Ravenclaw's diadem continued to sift through theories and possibilities, dismissing and reshaping them, bringing forth everything I knew of the Flamel couple until I came to a conclusion.

The elixir of life tasted of love, strong emotions- like love- caused the soul to expand, the creation of a horcrux involved severing part of the soul and placing it into an item…

The Flamels were in a marriage that had been going strong for more than six hundred and 30 years.

There was bound to be a lot of love within that marriage, compounded over centuries.

What if it isn't a single horcrux, with a single soul piece but several? Perhaps more? What if their love expanded their souls and then they severed them like a horcrux, binding the severed piece of soul into the stone, before letting their souls grow once more and repeating the process?

Their method of severing was likely wildly different than a horcrux, severing only the emotion part of the soul and leaving the rest unblemished, thereby leaving their sanity in tact, any remaining damage could just be fixed using the elixir of life anyway.

It was only a theory for now, but it certainly sounded possible to do.

It did however leave more questions than answers, if this stone was indeed constructed solely from love what would happen if they had instead used hate? Or fear? Or anger?

Would it still produce the elixir of life or would its effects be wildly different?

What about if the souls used weren't human?

I could think of an easy way to confirm my theory however, simply repeating the same ritual I had with the diadem on the stone and find out for myself.

This was the line of stupidity and bravery I wasn't about to cross, I was confident in defeating Voldemort in a battle of wills, she wore her greatest fear on her sleeve in the form of her name- 'flight from death'. The Flamels however were an entirely different story, I would have to find another way to confirm my theory.

Sighing I opened my eyes with a smile, Ash was asleep now but with the elixir of life sleep had become completely optional, I was glad, it wasted for too much time.

I dipped my ladle back into the bucket and took another sip, feeling my soul expand slightly I took the time to expand the walls of my occlumency before repeating the process. It was going to be a long night, but this was by far the easiest power up I could ever ask for, with each sip my soul and therefore my magic grew slightly.

***

Months passed quickly, and not too much happened, Hermione seemed rather convinced it was Snape who had taken the philosopher's stone, meanwhile Dumbledore had been spending an increasing amount of time outside the castle searching for the stone to no avail, he seemed quite keen on finding it before Nicolas Phlamel found it he lost it.

I was fine with either conclusion as long as it wasn't traced back to me, because I certainly wasn't giving up my treasure.

Life was rather enjoyable at the moment, classes were excessively boring and I spent the majority of my time with my nose buried in a book, absentmindedly twirling my wand to cast whatever spell the teacher was trying to teach or enchanting my quill to write my essays for me.

Despite the boredom of classes once they were over I spent most of my evenings looking after Ash and spending time with Angelina, either training in the grounds or simply relaxing in the common room.

My nights were spent mindlessly consuming the elixir of life, slowly growing my magic, the process was exceptionally slow and even after several months it had barely grown by ten percent, I knew there must be a method to speed up the process and I was already working on potions that used the elixir of life as a base, but progress was slow, it was a long term project.

Ash chuffed impatiently from where she stood on the counter, her growth had slowed considerably after the first few weeks and now she stood about a foot tall, still easily able to fit on my shoulders.

On the stove sat a silver stainless steel pot filled with blood red liquid- the elixir of life had been heated to max temperature but showed no signs of evaporating, I knew I could heat it in a volcano and it still wouldn't boil.

Within the pot, cooking in the blood coloured liquid were numerous chunks of dragon's meat, slowly swirling as I stirred the pot.

After a few minutes I reached in with my trusty ladle and scooped out a piece, before offering it to Ash which she immediately seized in her little beak and scarfed down with a happy chirping noise.

I placed a piece of my own into my mouth and savored the taste. Regardless of what I did everything tasted simply brilliant when mixed with the elixir of life, the soft buttery texture of dragon's meat mixed perfectly with the sweet softness of the elixir.

My soul magic expanded minutely as I swallowed it down and reached for another piece.

Ash and I ate happily for a few minutes until I said, "Ok, I said I'd meet the girls at the three broomsticks, we've got about three minutes before we're going to be late, and we can't have that now can we?" Ash chirped while nodding emphatically in agreement.

Moments later she hopped onto my shoulder and burst into brilliantly black and amethyst flames, and we reappeared in an alleyway in Hogsmeade.

As I made my way towards the three broomsticks, through the crowds of older students many of whom gave me strange look I twirled my wand and conjured two bunches of delicate blue blue and shining silver roses.

There was absolutely no chance McGonagle didn't hear about this I thought with a smirk as I passed a group of older Gryffindor students, many of whom clearly Recognised me. I had become rather famous after the troll incident after all.

As I entered the three broomsticks I spotted my girls seated towards the back in a quiet corner conversing quietly, it was nice to see them getting along.

I made my way through the bustling atmosphere of the pub, the place was packed with Hogwarts students, talking, laughing, enjoying their butter beers, the rather curvy bar matron went around serving drinks.

***

Lucia Malfoy

She sat with Angelina waiting for Dorian to arrive, they had arrived a few minutes early and situated ourselves onto a quiet table to wait.

Unlike her, Angelina had spent the past few hours in Hogsmeade with her friends which mainly consisted of the other female members of the Gryffindor quidditch team, she on the other hand had only arrived in Hogsmeade recently.

She wouldn't have even been able to come if her father had his way, he hadn't even signed the permission slip for her to be allowed into Hogsmeade, she had to convince her mother to do so behind his back.

Not that she came to Hogsmeade often anyways, there wasn't much for her to do here without any money.

She hadn't had any friends after all.

Past tense because she found herself having quite enjoyable conversation with Angelina in the three broomsticks, they had gotten closer over the last months and she considered the Gryffindor girl to be a friend of hers by now.

It had become something of a routine to meet every Sunday morning over the last months to sit by the lake and chat with her, each of us feeding little Ash and watching Dorian swimming in the lake.

Speaking of Dorian, he approached us with a grin, his eyes taking in the cute muggle dresses we were wearing, something Angelina had offered me and was a little short she was a little taller after all, reaching just below mid thigh.

He handed me a bouquet of brightly coloured blue and silver roses as he said, "You both look great."

Ash twittered happily in agreement as he gave each of us a hug and a kiss before he took a seat.

He was very good at holding together a conversation, it was something she had noticed from the very first time she spoke to him, he always had the right thing to say to fit the atmosphere while not coming off as disingenuous or dishonest.

He grasped the power of conversation better than any Slytherin she had ever met.

She especially noticed it when she first told Angelina about their potential engagement, Angelina had immediately confronted him, accusing him of cheating and working herself into an over dramatic tantrum, his first move had been to draw his wand and use that wildly over the top amplification charm.

Turning the small campfire into an inferno with a flick of his wand had been a drastic reminder of his power, and the value he had because of that power, it was easy to forget just how dangerous he was as a talented wizard until he had reminded them.

His second move was to remind Angelina he had other options, first greeting her, and ignoring the upset girl, then just as Angelina had been feeling at her most vulnerable he had pulled her close and given her reassurance, before passing the blame for the proposal to someone else- namely his father.

It was a bit of manipulation and a display of power she had to admit she found very attractive, by the time his little show was over Angelina had forgotten all about being upset and hadn't even realised how easily he had done it.

It was clear by now that while the necklace he had given Angelina wasn't a betrothal necklace he did intend to marry the girl in the future, it wasn't exactly rare for exceptionally wealthy or powerful men to have more than one wife and Lucia couldn't say she minded it.

Truthfully, it was more advantageous for her if he did, she would have much more freedom in future if his attention was divided between several different women instead of devoted solely to her.

She had decided she was going to accept his proposal, or more accurately convince her father to accept his father's proposal, though she doubted it really had come from his father, it may have been penned by his father but she truly doubted that crazy old wand maker cared at all for the joining of their houses.

She wouldn't have come on this date if she weren't planning on accepting his proposal, it was certainly going to start rumours amongst Slytherin house and Draco was no doubt going to run and tell father.

She was basically royalty in Slytherin because of her father, a prized goat everyone wanted to take for themselves, it was certainly going to make them jealous to see her here dating a first year, the thought made her smirk.

"Hi there darlings, what can I get for you?" The rather curvy looking bar matron, Madam Rosmerta approached with a welcoming smile.

"Three butter beers please, unless you're on the menu." She had to hide her chuckle behind her hand as Angelina kicked him under the table, he really couldn't help himself.

Rosmeta laughed, "Three butter beers coming right up, and aren't you a little young to be saying that kind of thing mister? As a new third year you've got to be 14 at most."

Dorian just grinned, "Why if I didn't know any better I'd say you were the same age and I."

Madame Rosmerta chuckled, saying something to Angelina about keeping her man under control before she left to bring them drinks.

***

Angelina Johnson

Angelina sighed, it was already a little late for that she thought in response to Rosmerta's teasing, she glanced over to see Lucia, Dorian's other girlfriend chuckling behind her hand at Dorian's flirting.

She was distracted by Ash crying softly into her ear from where she sat on her shoulder, she had gotten rather attached to the little phoenix over the past months, it was hard not too when it was so cute.

She had quickly realised the little creature was far more intelligent than any owl and it understood exactly what it was doing every time it offered that wide-eyed look of sorrowful pleading every time anyone had even the slightest bit of food.

She had gotten over her jealousy soon enough, despite the necklace not being an official 'betrothal' Dorian had made it clear it could be if she wanted, he hadn't doubted himself for a second when he told her he didn't mind spending the rest of his life with her and honestly what more could she ask for?

It was far too late for her to back out now and as much as she didn't want to admit it- she was in love, he was far better, more charming, more considerate than anyone else she had ever met, he treated her well and he was both powerful and wealthy enough that there was little he could not have or do.

Wasn't it even a little silly to assume this boy, who was said to be even more talented than Dumbledore himself would be with her, and only her, his entire life until the day he died?

She really couldn't imagine life with any other man, and truthfully she didn't want to either, it was only a question of what she was willing to accept and if being with him meant he would also be with a few other women? It was a deal she was willing to take happily.

***

Dorian Olivander

The date continued for a few hours and we visited a few different places in that time like honey dukes where i bought some sweets for us or Zonkos where I picked up a few interesting items at the behest of Fred and George who we met along the way, they were something like connoisseurs when it came to joke products.

Lucia had wanted to visit the screaming shack before being reminded quite rightly by Angelina that if we went anywhere near that place I was definitely going to enter in an attempt to meat whatever screaming ghost or ghoul might reside within, steering us away to visit madam Puddyfoot's after which both me and Lucia agreed she wasn't to choose any places to visit for the rest of the date

Seriously, that place was a monstrosity, and I witnessed Voldemort create horcruxes before, so I was something of an expert on monstrosity.

As we walked back to the castle I couldn't help but feel like I was walking into the lion's jaws. I had one girl under each arm and was quite enjoying the looks of incredulity I was getting from my fellow Hogwarts students but I already knew what I was going to find once I entered the castle.

Sure enough upon entering the entrance hall, Angelina and Lucia by my side, there stood professor McGonagle, she looked more annoyed than truly angry and her lips were thinned into a line to show off her frustration.

"Mr Olivander!" She approached at a brisk pace, "I have been informed that you went into Hogsmeade this afternoon, without permission from a parent and in blatant disregard of the Hogwarts rules."

"Yes, professor." I nodded calmly, the allegations were true and I could not deny them.

"You're not even going to try and deny it, is there a reason you so blatantly ignored the rules of Hogwarts?" She asked peering at me, I got the impression she was looking for a reason to let me off.

I grinned, looking to both my sides where Angelina and Lucia stood with my arms around their waists, Angelina was looking away, avoiding McGonagle's glare while Lucia smiled unrepentantly, evidently enjoying herself.

"We've been over this professor, beautiful woman - acting senseless, it's a fatal flaw of mine, an Achilles heel if you will." Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared, her anger as apparent as my disregard for it.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor and you will serve detention with your fellow rule breaking classmates!" Professor McGonagle turned with a whirl of her cloak and left us to wallow in my punishment.

I glanced towards the large gem filled hourglasses that displayed the house points, it was just the other day that Hermione, Ron, Nevil and Harry lost themselves two hundred, with me that set the amount of points us first years had lost to two hundred and fifty, that had to be a new record.

Angelina grimaced from beside me, "You're not going to be very popular after that."

I smirked, "If any of my fellow Gryffindor's cause you trouble tell them that Ash will teleport them to Jamaica." Ash chittered in agreement, though I wasn't sure she new where that was.

Angelina spluttered, laughing, "Alright! That'll scare em!" She said amidst giggles.