𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗:
Finding Sunny
(1971)

"DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, WEENY?" Viviane curiously asks the house-elf as the creature beside her traces the words that Viviane made earlier in the day for Weeny to practice.

Viviane spent three consecutive Saturday nights teaching Weeny how to write the alphabet.

With much practice-Weeny can now write a letter neatly, and now they have moved to words. They'll move to sentences by next week, depending on how Weeny does with Viviane's pattern.

Weeny hums as she focuses, writing, "Weeny has one younger sister. Her name is Sunny." Weeny informs her, and Viviane nods thoughtfully.

"Where is Sunny now, Weeny?"

Weeny frowns, looking at Viviane, "Oh! Weeny and Sunny have been separated, Mistress Viviane, Weeny has not seen Sunny for a long time. When Weeny and Sunny are new house elves. Weeny was assigned by the Ministry to the Wise House of Cruz. And Sunny—Weeny does not know where she was assigned." Weeny's voice is squeaky as she talks, eyes saddening at the mention of her long-lost sister.

Weeny wipes the tears that spilled on the parchment.

"Weeny is so sorry for crying." Weeny releases a hiccup as she wipes her tears with her clothes.

"You need not apologize, Weeny." Viviane consoles, feeling bad. She helps the crying house elf calm. Then Viviane pointed her wand towards the parchment, muttering an incantation under her breath. Warm air streamed out of her wand, drying the parchment. Viviane softly pats Weeny's back.

"We'll find your sister soon, Weeny," Viviane promised the house-elf. And Weeny leaps from her seat, looking at Viviane with her hands clasped anxiously together. Looking at Viviane with her big soft glistening eyes.

"Mistress Viviane will find Sunny for Weeny?" 

Viviane nods as a giggle escapes her lips, "Yes, now go practice your handwriting."

Weeny nods, delighted, sitting down. "Weeny will learn how to write. Weeny will write letters to Mistress Viviane. Because Mistress Viviane will go to Hogwarts in two weeks!"

Viviane smiles widely. She is about to go to Hogwarts in two weeks time. And she is so very excited. She's endured ballet sessions, tutors, and potions sessions with her father for the last month.

She knows she'll have to worry about catching up with it in the summer when she gets home from Hogwarts, but she doesn't mind the thought.

It'll only be two months before she starts a new year and term, and she won't be home again in a couple of months-well, except for the holidays.

A soft knock interrupted her thought. Weeny and Viviane looked at each other, with the house elf looking more stressed. "It's probably, Mama, Weeny. No need to worry."

"Vivi, anak." Christine knocks again. And Weeny looks relieved.

"Come in, Mama!" Viviane exclaims as she encourages Weeny to continue practicing her handwriting. Christine enters her bedroom, closing the door midway.

"Hello there, Weeny." Christine greets the house elf with a fond voice.

"Mistress," Weeny stands up as she walks up to Christine with the parchment in hand, "Mistress Viviane has been teaching Weeny to write." Weeny shows her the traces of the words, and Christine smiles.

"Very good, Weeny. I wish I had thought of teaching you how to write." Christine crouches on the ground, leveling with Weeny.

"Oh! Weeny does not mind. Weeny knows that Mistress has a lot of things on her plate." Weeny dismisses with a wave of her hand as she turns around and walks towards the coffee table, and sits back on the carpeted floor.

Christine stands up, a chuckle escaping her lips as she places a peck on Viviane's forehead. "I have a gift for you, anak. Me and your father, of course."

Viviane beams, "Really?"

Christine nods, walking back towards the door, walking towards the hall. She goes back to Viviane's room with full hands.

In her arm, a small black puppy cuddles in her chest, and in her left hand, she's holding a cage with a black owl perched on the wood inside the cage.

Viviane squeals excitedly, clapping her hands as Christine places the owl cage on the ground. Viviane takes the puppy in her arms with very cute pointed ears.

"A puppy and an owl. How did Father ever agree?"

"Your father was the one who thought of buying you an owl, actually," Christine informs her, and Viviane blinks in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Christine chuckles as she opens the cage with the black owl flying around her room. Viviane watches in awe as the owl perches itself in front of Weeny and releases a soft hoot.

"A beautiful owl, Mistress Viviane." Weeny comments with a nod of approval as her long fingers stroke the owl's feathers, the owl closing its eyes, comfortable.

"Indeed. Is it a he or she?" Viviane asks her mother, "I have to name them appropriately, of course." Viviane adds, and Christine just smiles.

"Both are boys," Christine answers. Viviane places the puppy on the ground, black fur cascading on the floor, and plops back down.

"He's cute!" Viviane giggles as she sits on the floor, petting her new puppy. "He's a Scottish terrier, anak. Small dogs, cute indeed. Unlike what muggles breed, wizarding dogs can live longer than most and are incredibly smart. So you don't have to worry. He can be your little familiar."

Familiars. She read it in a book titled, Witches and Their familiars by Florentina Bublee. Florentina wrote that Familiars are not just pets. They are our truest friends and confidants. They hear and see it all. They understand and know us better than we may even know ourselves. Familiars are psychically connected and can telepathically communicate with each other in times of need. Still, it takes time to build a bond with one's familiar.

"Thank you, mama. I'll be sure to thank Father later." Viviane tells her, and Christine nods in response.

"I have to meet with an old friend of mine today. Catching up and all. Do you Remember Mrs. Olivia Reyes?"

Viviane answers, "Yeah. You told me she was your best friend when you two were in Hogwarts."

"Her daughter, too, is starting her first year in Hogwarts like you. Hopefully, you two can be friends as well." Christine informs her. Viviane takes note to find a student with the surname Reyes.

Viviane almost scoffed at how strict her father was. She remembered asking her father if she could go with her mother when she was meeting with a friend. Her father told her she shouldn't associate herself with half-bloods like her mother did.

Viviane knows why her father is allowing her mother to maintain friendships with her friends in Hogwarts, of course, out of reputation and all.

Daniel doesn't need to be in the daily prophet because one of Christine's friends tattling off of Daniel wants his wife to cut off the connection.

They needed to be well-rounded. Of course, connections are always welcome. Olivia Reyes comes from a pureblood family in the Philippines.

Daniel didn't mind.

But that doesn't mean he couldn't control Viviane's circle. Of course, he did. That's why Viviane hasn't met Olivia Reyes's daughter.

After Christine left her daughter and Weeny with her pets. Viviane decided to keep herself busy while Weeny finished the last two parchment patterns. Viviane fed the owl with the owl seeds that Christine left. She let the puppy sleep off beside Weeny.

Viviane took the owl, the owl perched on her shoulder as they walked outside her balcony, thinking thoughtfully. "You certainly need a small house to rest in."

The owl hoots softly in response.

Viviane hums. Looking around the balcony, she sees some spare acacia planks lying in their backyard, "Accio," Viviane says, pointing towards the logs, with the logs softly landing on her balcony floor.

She was suddenly glad of her tutor lessons because she knew how to transfigure these acacia planks into an owl house for her new owl companion.

"Here you go!" Viviane says as she guides the owl to the entrance of the small owl house. "Do you like it?"

The owl hoots in response, observing its new habitat. Blinking at Viviane. She smiles.

Viviane points her wand towards the empty carved bowl, filling it up with water.

"Well, you need a name." Viviane hums, tilting her head. "Something regal and beautiful like your feathers." She says thoughtfully as if the owl understood her. The owl waited.

"Enzo?" Viviane suggested, and the owl shook his head in disagreement. Viviane hums.

"Leo? No?"

"Forrest?"

The owl blinked at Viviane, almost as if all the names she suggested were ugly. Viviane frowns, "I'm not good with names." Viviane tells the owl, as Viviane scratches his chin.

Viviane smiled as she remembered something. She had read it in a muggle Greek Mythology book that Dromeda gave her as a gift for her 11th birthday. Muggles are quite creative with their stories when they want to be.

"Hermes," Viviane suggests, and the owl hoots delightedly in response. "Hermes it is. The Greek messenger of the Greek Gods. Sorry to disappoint you, but you'll be my messenger, not a god's." Viviane giggles.

"Well, you ought to stretch out your wings. You must have been crammed in that cage of yours earlier," With one last pet, Viviane entered her bedroom with Weeny still writing but on her last patterned parchment.

The puppy is now awake and seated patiently beside Weeny. He runs up to Viviane when he senses her entering the room. "Now I'll be naming you," Viviane tells the puppy. In response, the puppy licks her face, and Viviane laughs softly.

"I think I'll stick to the Greek Mythology names. Would you like that?" Viviane asks as if the puppy will answer her. She hums, walking towards her bed, sitting at the edge, and placing the puppy on her bed.

"You have beautiful black fur. If you were a girl, I would have named you Nyx. The goddess and personification of the night. I even read that Zeus, the King of the Gods, is afraid of her." Viviane pets the puppy, and the puppy places himself on her lap, curling. Adorable, Viviane thought to herself.

"Apollo?"

No response.

"Poseidon?"

"Ares?"

"Eros? That name is really cute. No?"

"Atlas?"

"Helios?"

Still no movement. Viviane frowns, "That was all cute names for you." Viviane pouts as she racks her brain further. The dog sits on her lap, looking at Viviane with dark black eyes.

Viviane smiles, "How about Hades?"

The puppy barked softly, finally, a response. "Oh! Wonderful! Just imagine me calling you, then they'll think you're a big dog because of your name. I doubt they'll actually know Greek Mythology, but still." Viviane giggles, scratching Hades's chin.

"I'll have to teach you potty training and schedule your meals. Surely you're a quick learner." Viviane tells Hades, with Hades agrees with a nudge of his head on her arm.

"Hermes and Hades, what interesting names for a pet," Viviane tells herself as Weeny shows her finished traced parchments.

It's a productive day for Viviane, indeed.

Author's Note:

━━A double update because I just started my first day of classes as a Forensic Science student, and I swore to myself that I would not be running for classroom elections or doing extracurricular activities like joining the Executive Board member of an organization or joining organizations at all because I'd like to rest from all of that Uni activities shit because honestly, it's so tiring so I'm solely focusing on my academics in my college life and only joining a program that can boost my job applications and gain certifications and stuff.

━━Rambling? Yes, lol. Let me know what you think about the two chapters that I published!

━━And I'm suddenly overwhelmed with how much I have planned for this fic-cause I plan so much angst and hurt for Viviane, lol, and I'm warning you all that you are all in for a ride.