I am in fact, a wizard. Youre not alone anymore.

Abbey wouldn't tell him that she had liked being alone, special. And it was nice, if a bit... all right, very, very weird to see her relatively normal cousin waltzing around Hogsmeade as if he belonged there. But... he did belong there.

"And it took us this long to figure things out..." she said, one corner of her mouth tugged up into a smile.

Quite a shady place to be getting a drink dont you think? he asked in a much more stern voice. I doubt your parents would approve of you being hereand as a matter of fact, I dont approve either.

"My parents, dear cousin," she said, moving away from him a touch. "Don't need to know. I hardly think they even want to know. Ignorance is bliss, Curtis," she chided him, swatting his hand away in a playfully goodnatured way.

"It's not shady at all. It's a Hogsmeade tradition... a long standing establishment with, yes, I will admit, somewhat of a less savory clientele, but the Three Broomsticks is so crowded with third years, and Curtis, please, really, they make my headache in a most tedious and painful way..." She turned her doeish eyes up at him, hoping that swaying eyelashes and a slight pout would work it's charm here, like it did in so many other situations.