the_debt_of_time

than a year away, it was already halfway planned down to the crystal stemware and silver-
rimmed plates. The future groom in question was speaking heatedly, though respectfully,
with his future father-in-law over the permits required to use Fiendfyre to burn Malfoy
Manor to the ground, whether or not they needed to hire out an expert for such a situation,
and which Potions Masters would benefit the most from the ashwinders and eggs that
would be left behind in the wake of the flames.
At the other end of the table, Fred was whispering to Sirius, which was never a good
sign.
"The question is, can they be traced?"
"Eventually, sure," Sirius replied quietly, his gaze darting across the table to the
Wizengamot members present. "I don't think you should sell them in the shop, though,
boys. She always said she was joking, but a part of me really thinks she fed one to the giant
squid."
Oh, great, Mia groaned internally. The last thing the world needed was for Fred and
George Weasley to have access to Tele-Portkeys.
George grinned. "Brilliant."
Fred beamed at her as she eavesdropped. "Love that girl."
"Platonically, of course," George insisted.
"Unless.. ."
Mia pointed a reproaching finger at Fred. "No flirting with me in front of Sirius."
George winked at her. "Does that mean we can flirt with you in private?"
"Boys, you couldn't handle me."
"You certain about that, 'Mione?" Fred waggled his eyebrows, taking a brief glance
at Sirius to gauge his mood, which seemed to be entertained. "Maybe you couldn't
handle us?"
"Double your pleasure," George said.
"Double your fun."
Mia smiled at them as though they were baby kneazles first learning how to walk.
"Oh, so adorable," she said with a patronising chuckle before turning her attention away
from the boys, who looked mildly put out. She reached for her glass of wine and took a
sip, eyeing the door that led toward the kitchen, wondering if Tilly had hogtied Molly yet.
"Arthur, what are you and Molly going to do for Valentine's Day?"