"A Weasley?! Out of all the boys in the entire school, you fall in love with a Weasley!" Cedrella covers Cheris's mouth as she giggled, her sister staring at her with wide eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with the Weasley's, Cheris. They're pure-blood just like us, mother and father should be more accepting." Callidora had heard every word that her sister has said as she was opening the door, and clears her throat, crossing her arms as her younger sister looks at her with a grin in her face.
"So this red head caught your heart, you get your first ever detention with and you still want to see him?" Callidora never understood why Cedrella had fallen for that boy out of all the boys at school. Ones that their parents would approve in a heart beat.
"It's the same way you want to see that Longbottom boy, Dora. You know that our parents are not the greatest supporters of them."
"They will choose my boyfriend over yours any day of their life!"
"He is not my boyfriend!" Cedrella exclaimed, when the door had opened just a tad. Their father stood at the door, ready to tell them that dinner was now ready when he had caught his youngest daughter exclaiming.
"Who isn't your boyfriend, Cedrella?"
"The Weasley boy." Callidora mumbled as she rolled her eyes and crossing her arms. Arcturus Black's expression changed as he stared at his daughters.
"Is he?" Shaking her head, and feeling her heart drop the lowest pits of her body, she stood up.
"Father! No! He is a blood traitor and i do not associate with those type of people. I have learned my lesson after the howler." Cedrella looked down at her fingers and frowned as she remembers the look of her classmates and Septimus as the red envelope had torn up and howled at the girl for minutes that felt like an eternity.
"Darlings, dinner is ready!" The girls stood up and quietly dusted off their clothes before walking out to Cedrella's room and into the kitchen. Lysandra had already sat down when her daughters and husband decided to join her. "What was all the sound upstairs?"
"We were just.."
"The girls were just having their sister talks, dear." Cedrella looked at her father, grateful that he did not mention the person the sister talk were consisting of. The Black family continued to enjoy their dinner, but the house elves had felt the presence of the tension that sisters had between them and the secret that their master was keeping from his wife but decided to say no word. For hours after Dinner, Cedrella stood awake, not wanting to stop day dreaming about the boy with hair as red as a flame along with his freckled cheeks and crooked smile. She found herself giggling on the mental picture of the both of them running through the halls and in her mind before closing her eyes with a small smile and falling into a desired dream.

At a home down the other city, Septimus twirled the spoon on his soup as he found himself smiling at the grey eyes and brown hair. His father would know that his son was under the spell of a young woman. It was the same eyes that he had given his parents when he had fallen in love with the woman he now calls his wife.
"Sweetie, you haven't touched any of your soup."
"I'm not really hungry."
"Leave him, darling. He seems to be a little sick." Septimus looked at his father with a raised brow just to receive a smirk from Archie Weasley.
"Go to bed, honey." Anwen said as she picked up the full bowl and walked back into the kitchen to help her only house elf. Septimus excused himself from the table and walked to his room. He wondered what Cedrella was doing at her house and if her parents were acting as they did on the Howler that had disrespected him and his entire family. He would never understand why her family would see him with such disgust. He was proud to be in the family he was, and even prouder to be a lion at their school. He was very determine to show all the rest of the Sacred Twenty Eight that his preferences of relationships would not affect his contribution to the Wizardry World. And he knew deep down that he was going to start to prove to everybody by showing that the hate of a family and the I silt of others will not stop him from seeing the girl.