Epilogue
The Auror's KeeperEpilogue
They sit around the coffee table, the three of them, more at ease than they've been allowed to be in what feels like has been forever. The skies are beginning to clear these days; soon it will be summer again. He summons the cups and today, they float cheerfully over without a hitch and slot themselves into their places neatly. Even if his most comfortable place is still in the steaming humidity by a brewing cauldron, he is getting better with his magic.
It cannot be the fault of amateurish clumsiness, then, when the wand in his pocket suddenly sparks of its own volition, as if coming back to life.
There sits a cottage in Aster that is quieter than the town itself, and amidst the overgrown brambles and the flowers spilling through its windows, a scrawny dog curls asleep with roses in his jaw.
He waits.
fin.
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