A Lunar Descent [Ozzy]

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August 16, 2029

Squeaks was lucky he was cute, because Tilly was not happy with her pet rat currently. She had forgotten to lock her broom away a few nights earlier, giving it a final polish before the start of the new school year, and fell asleep with it within easy access of her rat. He managed to gnaw through and shred a significant portion of the bristles whilst Tilly slept, unaware of the destruction. The following morning, a shriek that she didn’t know she was capable of escaped from her. Her parents thought something horrible had happened (it had), but they merely shrugged it off when they saw the state her broom was in. They didn’t understand it still, even with her being their fourth magical child. Merlin, she wished she could be that ignorant about Quidditch.

On a more positive note, her parents also didn’t understand the conversion rate of muggle money to galleons. They had a pile of the gold coins situated for her school supplies, and Tilly snagged them in order to get her broom repaired. Because she honestly cared about that more than books. If she went into the year down a few, she could just steal them from Theo. He wouldn’t mind. He’d get to hang with her, so it was beneficial for him to share.

With her ‘stolen’ coins and permission from her parents, she went off to Diagon Alley to visit Quality Quidditch Supplies. They would hopefully be able to have the broom repaired in time for the start of the school year, but if not, they’d ship it to her at Hogwarts. That was the one benefit of continuing to live on the campus for her sixth year. The option had been presented to her to stay at home, yet she liked the idea of continuing to stay at the castle.

Leaving Squeaks at home because she was still upset with him, Tilly dropped her broom off for the repair and then started to aimlessly wander the alleyway. Families were already school shopping with their children, and it made her exhausted thinking about having to do the same in a week or so. To solve her problem and kill time before she had to be home, she started to head in the direction of Fortescue’s. Ice cream solved all problems, after all. Even with the sun setting fast, she didn’t want to be home just yet.

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Ozzy had been given stern instructions from Monday that he was to focus on purchasing his school supplies for his sixth year before getting distracted by anything else. This was repeated several times, Ozzy rolling his eyes and fidgeting while his pint-sized eldest sister did her best to drill into his brain. At some point, she’d either felt satisfied or defeated, but Ozzy had gone into Diagon and Horizont Alley with gold in his pocket and a list at hand. And with only a handful of minor distractions, he did return to Witch TV with textbooks and other supplies in hand. Not to mention a few other shiny things, including plenty of sweets and snacks.

Despite the list he was forced to carry, he still felt like he’d forgotten something. But it would eventually become clear whatever that thing was. In the meantime, Ozzy returned to Horizont Alley and waited for Monday to finish work. He had spent a few weeks home, suffering through vegan meals while sneaking boneless wings or a hamburger whenever he could. All he could say was bless Southern California’s ample availability of fast food. But he’d decided to come back for the last few weeks before school started. He’d missed his sisters and his friends, of course.

He thought about walking around Quality Quidditch Supplies again to kill time and buy something else he didn’t need, but he looked curiously as someone exited the shop. Finally, someone he recognized from school! ”Tilly!” Ozzy called out, jogging ahead to catch up to her. ”Hey! What are you doing here?” A dumb question, but not unlike Ozzy. Beaming, he waited for her answer.

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As she walked, she wondered if Fortescue’s would finally let her try the real blood ice cream for once. The kind that was specifically kept to the side for vampires. Her eyes were sunken in enough from the stress her rat had caused her over the last few days. She could absolutely convince the dumb blonde girl that still worked there that she was one. Lifting up her upper lip, she ran her finger under each of her canines. They were relatively pointy, but nowhere close enough to convince anyone. Stopping where she was, she considered taking a detour to the Weasley’s joke shop to buy a fake pair of fangs. Which would set her back a few more coins, of course. Pulling out her coin purse to try and figure out if she’d have enough for both, she heard her name called and the pounding of feet rushing towards her.

Even though she knew it wasn’t Theo (as he was suffering under the rule of his Great Aunt Octavia and her mothball ridden, plastic covered furniture home), the way her name carried through the noise of the crowded alleyway still made her think it was. Looking up from her coin counting, she saw another one of her filthy rich classmates approaching instead: Ozzy Weekly. The best part about him was that she could pelt him all she wanted with a Quaffle during matches, and he’d never bitch or moan since he was a Keeper. The second-best part was that his family was actively rich, unlike Theo. Because his parents were super dead.

”Hey,” she said cooly while placing her last few coins away and slipping the pouch back into her pocket. She definitely didn’t have enough for both the plastic fangs and the real blood ice cream. ”Had to drop my broom off for some repairs. Never knew rats liked to eat the bristles off of them,” Tilly shrugged. ”Doing school shopping?”

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