"I'll read all of them once. But we have to be the best at something or they won't think we're real wizards."

"Well I just wanna be the best at everything because that's the thing I should be."

"He's probably a Slytherin."

"Okay. Good luck being the best at everything. If it works can I get a tutoring discount?" 

"Sure!"

"Scott, we should probably get ready to go home." 

"Aw. Okay. It was nice meeting you."

He offers Sadde his hand.

Shake shake. "Here's my phone number," he says, writing it on a small piece of paper. "If you wanna call, I mean. Then we can talk. Or meet."

"It was a pleasure."

"Nice meeting you both." 

She waits for Scott to take the paper and then they're off. 

Sadde reads, and calls Scott and talks about stuff they're reading. Days pass.

Scott anxiously prepares for his magical education. Most of talking to Sadde is really listening, which Scott proves good at. 

And with one week left, Sadde gets a call that begins: "Want to visit?" 

"Yeah!"

Melissa and Laura coordinate the logistical details. 

And Sadde's there!

It's a charming enough flat, large enough for two people and their young son.

"Sadde, good to see you. I'm heading out, but Scott's dad will be staying with you two. Is that okay?" 

"—okay."

"He's just inside with Scott. They're watching sports, Scott's dad always gets so excited about Muggle sports. I'll leave you and the boys to it."

She leaves.

And Scott comes rushing out within a minute.

"Hey!"

He refrains from hugging her. 

His father follows.

"You must be Sadde. Good to see you."

Well she detects the hugging urge and provides!

"Hi, yes, that's me, are you a really real wizard?"

"Really a real wizard, that's me. Any questions so far?" 

Scott does not prolong the hug, but he doesn't move back towards his father. 

"Lots! What do you do? What's a wizard's house like? Why didn't you tell Scott and his mum about being a wizard?" Because she can totally play this off as childish innocence, right? Right.

"I work as an Auror. We catch deadly and dangerous rogue wizards, who put everyone else in danger. This flat was a wizarding flat when I lived here, and it is now that Scott lives here. I didn't tell them because of international wizarding law, and my own personal problems that I'm working through. Should I get some food ready, or skip to the fun stuff? We have some Muggle games."