It’s never over.. DM · Y/n story by @blackcat5

The London aura office had always been a place of quiet ambition. Housed in a converted Victorian townhouse near Diagon Alley, it smelled of old parchment, bergamot, and the faint metallic tang of spell residue. The floors creaked in all the right places, and the windows — tall, arched, streaked with rain — looked out onto a street that never quite decided if it was busy or abandoned.

The Receptionist

Name?

Lucille Rosier

Nott-Rosier. she says, smoothing a hand over her coat I'm the new Senior Aura.

The receptionist's eyes widened. She checked her clipboard, then back at Lucille, then at the growing swell of her belly, then back at the clipboard.

The Receptionist

Oh. Right. Yes — I mean, of course. You're earlier than we expected.

Lucille Rosier

a dry smile crossing her lips I like to get the lay of the land before the wolves descend.

The receptionist laughed — too brightly, too nervous — and gestured toward the staircase.

The Receptionist

Top floor. Your office is at the end of the hall. They've already set up your wards and password. And… she hesitates …the rest of the team has been briefed.

Lucille thanked her and started up the stairs. Her heels clicked against the worn wood. Somewhere above her, a door opened. Voices — low, amused, familiar in a way that made her stomach tighten. She kept her eyes forward, her hand resting on the banister. One step at a time. She'd promised Theodore she'd call when she was settled. She'd promised herself she wouldn't think about the past.

Draco Malfoy

quietly, after a moment …Luce.

It slipped out. He heard it. She heard it. The other man — Blaise, she realized with a start — looked between them with careful, knowing eyes.

Lucille Rosier

her voice steady, though her heart was not Draco.