Chapter 561 - Quattor Academy (2/2)

”Rueben!” Timothy hurriedly said. ”That is very rude and should not be asked!”

Rueben begins to wilt, but Sophie's entrancing blue eyes blink at Timothy. ”It's alright, we don't really mind,” Sophie confessed. ”Both Pauline and I are squibs, but our younger brother will be starting Hogwarts next week.”

”Wicked!” Rueben exclaimed no doubt excited for the day, he took could go to Hogwarts.

With the ice now broken, the girls begin to freely chat with them as they wait for the bus. They did not have to wait for long, when five minutes later, a brightly silver, and cerulean colored double decker bus suddenly appeared right in front of them as it came to a screeching halt. The doors were swung wide open to reveal the bus driver, a squib in a neat blue bus uniform with a matching cap, and a curly mustache.

The mustached squib asks, ”All aboard for Quattor?”

”Yes, sir!” Ruben instantly replied.

”Well, young man, climb aboard,” the squib said with a good-natured smile. ”Some of the seats are already taken, but feel free to find a buddy.”

Ruben almost darts up the steps, before turning back and saying, ”I'll see you all later,” before rather excitedly rushing up the steps.

Slowly the rest of the pups head inside followed by the two squib girls until the doors at last close, and with a whirl, the bus vanishes away a few feet away from them. The older ones are quiet for a moment, before chattering and heading back to the house in order to floo to their respective places of works. They had asked their bosses for the morning off, which they had been permitted to do.

The younger pups that will all be off to Hogwarts to next week excitedly chatter about when their turn would come. The two girls, Lucky and Martha happily skip along chatting about how they would surely be in the same house and all. They did not have any thoughts otherwise.

However, as they walk, Heskel subtly pulls Timothy back for a private chat. With the group a short distance away, Timothy worriedly asks, ”Heskel, what is it?”

”You like the younger girl, don't you?” Heskel said with a bit of a leer in his voice.

”Heskel!” Timothy sputtered. ”I do not!”

Heskel roughly pats the seventeen-year-old on the back and says, ”You're an a.d.u.l.t now, and she's a rather fine lass. You would do no wrong in properly courting her. You have a steady job, and nothing really to cause offense. If anything, the lass will probably be more open minded than most witches since she is a squib.”

Timothy coughs and mutters, ”I'll think about it.”

”Just not for too long,” Heskel roguishly said. ”A pretty lass like that won't be left alone for long.”

Grumbling about pesky, nosey wolves, Timothy hurries ahead leaving Heskel chuckling after him. The older, and once former werewolf stares with pride at his pack, his family. He had thought his lot in life was to die alone and lonely. And yet here he was in a household that was always full of laughter and voices. He could not have asked for a better reward.