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Carson Bixby for Sloane Bixby. You can take the middle-aged man out of quidd—oh, apparently you can't.
Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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That Time You Were Here
December 25, 1877 - Davis Home

It was the first Christmas without mother and father. Henry didn't know how to handle that. School was just around the corner. How would she handle that? Mother and father wouldn't even get to know her Hogwarts house. The season seemed less cheerful then every other year. Henry was sure that she wasn't the only sibling to feel this way. She still cried every now and then, though not as much. Life was moving forward, as must they.

The siblings who could afford it brought presents... those whose jobs allowed them to make the trip at least. Working in households was hard when it came to visiting family. Living together with some of her siblings made it easier. Likely, however, they would each move on as the opportunity showed itself. Higher paying jobs did mean comfort, after all.

Still, the Davis siblings all seemed to try to be in a good mood. Henry was certainly trying. As the night went on, more laughter and smiles became genuine. They had each other, they were spending time with one another, that in itself was a treat. "Aubrey! Jacob and I got you something!" She said eagerly. Though Jacob obviously did the paying, she was the lucky one to pick out the gift herself. Holding out the box eagerly to her other brother, the excitement was clear on her face. Oh, she hoped she picked a good one.

Aubrey Davis
He’d never have gone so far as to call the Urquarts generous people, but after serving their Christmas dinner and finishing his chores for the day, he and most of the staff had gotten the rest of the evening off, and Aubrey had headed straight home. He’d not been sure what would happen, this year, without their parents to run the show: the old house wouldn’t be near the same without them.

Still, it was good for them all to put on brave faces for the little’uns, especially Henrietta, who’d not even gotten off to Hogwarts yet. She was a good kid, Aubrey reflected, as they sat about at the hearth, the drink he was nursing quietly the cause of his festive cheer.

At any rate, he beamed at his smallest sister and set the drink aside, glancing about for her present in return but not finding it in easy reach, so settling for taking the box from her, and pretending to rattle it by his ear. “Aw, Henry, you shouldn’t’ve,” he said, his tone teasing, if his words weren’t. “I already getta see you, what else d’you think I could be needin’?”
School seemed so far away to the 11 year old Henry. It never did seem fair to her that she hadn't been able to go this school year simply because her birthday was in November. But it did give her more time to build up in excitement for the approaching time of Hogwarts. What was it like? Would she get to meet a dragon? That would be cool.

There were so many things that were going to come with the next year, things that Henry did not know of. But right now, they were together. That meant the world to the young blonde girl. It wasn't every day that they could all get together like this. Work got in the way for the older siblings, and sometimes the younger. Having this time together was important, especially this year.

Aubrey's smile seemed to always be one that would bring a smile to every other face around him. Henry admired that. Would she be like that when she grew up? That was a question that came to her mind a lot. Which sibling of hers would she be the most like? After all, she was the youngest. There were lots of different people to be influenced by for her. Giggling when Aubrey claimed not to need a present, she beamed when he stated that he already got to see her. "Open it! You'll like it, I promise!" She said joyfully. He might not need his present, but hopefully he would want it.

Aubrey shot his brother a brief look, hoping Jacob hadn't let Henry waste any money on something real frivolous, though he suspected Jacob wouldn't have, since most of the money Jacob had was his own. (And more than the most of them could hope to be earning, as their stations stood.)

He wondered how little Henrietta would fare, at school. She seemed like a bright kid, like she'd have more potential than he'd ever done. But he wished he'd been better, so that he could have taught her better reading and writing than he could dream of,  things that would come in useful to her, things that might make all the difference when it came to passing her exams, and getting the chance to stay in school longer.

"Alright, alright," Aubrey said, grinning, "here I go." He made a big show of fumbling with the present, looking for a way in, until the little burst of excitement was less of a show and more an honest reaction. He pulled the box open and peered in.

Henry hadn't spotted the look that Jacob had received, too focused on waiting for Aubrey to open the present. Would he like it, she hoped he would like it. Present finding wasn't easy, even if it was for her brother.

The eleven year old felt that she was smart. Maybe not as smart as the rich kids, but smart. After all, she had been reading from her older siblings school books. Even if she did have to ask Jacob what some of the words meant, she did try. One day she did hope to do something important. How would she do that without a proper education?

Watching as she shuffled with excitement, she tried not to make too much of a fuss while she watched him open it. Inside was a little charm with a lion. Metal, though not the greatest quality. A string was attached. "I know I'm the one going to Hogwarts, but I figured that you'd like something to remind you of your time there. Gryffindor is the one with the lion, right?" She said. Would she be in the same house? She wasn't really that brave, even if she was a bit brave.

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