August 1972

I had been finishing my letters to Alex, Tali, Remus, Sirius, James and Peter, my Aunt Jacqueline then called me, so I ran down the stairs to the living room.

"Aunt Jacki, you called?"
"Yes, Uncle Luke and I have news to share with you"
"Is it bad news?"
"No, it's not bad news"
"Ok"
"We're having a baby"
"Congratulations, when's the baby due?"
"The baby's due next March"
"Cool"

~ Time skip brought to you by writers block, the thing that every writer goes through~

I was listening to the radio, well I was dancing too, Abba was on, which I absolutely adored, but I think that I got way too into the music that I somehow preformed accidental magic, which broke the glass in my bedroom window.

"(mutters, shit), Uncle Luke!"
"Are you ok Libby?"
"I'm fine, but I think I broke the window while I was dancing to Abba"
"Libby I know it was an accident, don't panic, ok"
"Ok"