Almost as though his words summoned her, a silvery fox followed the same path
that the stag had taken in through the window. The vixen pawed across the table to stare
Sirius in the face before speaking in Mia's voice: "Get out of the house. If I come home and you're
drunk again, I'll tell Harry who your first kiss was."
Sirius stood in a rush and grabbed his leather jacket. "You heard the witch, let's get
out of here."
Across town in Muggle London, Harry sat back in a reclined chair, his face
scrunched up as he winced in pain. Mia was sitting beside him, rolling her eyes at his
dramatic expression.
"Oh, it's not that bad," she said, sneaking a peek as the Muggle tattoo artist put the
final touches on Harry's shoulder. "That looks great! Almost as nice as mine."
Harry laughed, letting out a sigh of relief when the artist wiped down the ink with
a wet paper towel. He stood to look at his new tattoo in the mirror. "I actually think mine
looks better. Yours is all... girly. House words should be, I dunno, manly."
Mia laughed as she examined their matching ink, differing only in font. She leant
her head on Harry's shoulder and smiled at their reflection. "Courage and Craft."
Harry nodded, putting an arm around her and leaning in to kiss the top of her head.
"Courage and Craft."