The last thing Evie had expected when she returned to Hogwarts for her husband to decide to join her. He abhorred his magic, he’d been neglecting it for years because of the danger magic brought those who lived in muggle communities. No matter how she tried to show him that Grams was suspected to be a witch by many, but still beloved, he had feared it, forbidden the use of it in their home.
And now he was here. He’d been Sorted into the beginners class, much to his embarrassment, and into Slytherin, but he insisted on spending every moment outside of class with her.
“Evelyn, are you even listening to me?” His voice cut into her thoughts.
“Sorry Edmund. I was thinking about my last class.”
Edmund sighed heavily. “Your classes are not important. I asked you -” Before he could repeat his question, the screech of an owl had them both ducking. The letter fell onto the ground, and as there was only one other person in the hallway, Evie could guess the letter belonged to them.
She picked it up, holding it out. “Here.” Edmund huffed at the interruption, but she was grateful for it.











