It was the night before Alexander’s birthday, everything had been planned for his party, and I had wrapped up his presents. We had put the kids to bed, and were sitting down in the common room with everyone. The dark witches had been exceptionally quiet the past few days. That does not mean we have grown complacent, because we hadn’t, but it was nice to start spending more time with the kids again. Even during all this craziness, the kids learnt so much while being home-schooled.
We were sitting down, having a quiet drink, a well deserved break from the kids tonight. We were having a good time, laughing, and talking. It almost felt normal, but I still had this nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Felicity was getting tired far more quickly these days, and though she joined
