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...Epilogue...

"Good morning. Please take a seat."

I did as the crisp voice bid, sitting down on the hard, wooden seat in front of the desk and crossed my legs, then immediately uncrossed them. I smoothed my robes before neatly resting my slightly sweaty hands in my lap and crossing my ankles.

Professor Longfellow surveyed me through her wire-rimmed spectacles and took her seat behind the large desk standing between us. Lacing her fingers together, she spoke:

"Miss Weasley, I'm sorry - I understand that it is Mrs Malfoy now?" She corrected with a wry smile. I hid my own smile and ran my thumb surreptitiously across the golden band that decorated my fourth finger.

"I've read your references and they are exemplary. I understand you worked with my former colleague, Fillius Flitwick, for a number of years."

"Yes, I worked as his assistance for several years on leaving school. During my time at Hogwarts, he continuously supported me and later on, as his assistant, he mentored me through the writing of his book."

I swallowed the lump that had risen in my throat.

"I was sorry to hear of his death," Professor Longfellow curved her lips up in a sad smile, "He was a good man."

"Yes," I choked slightly, "He was."

In fact, it had been his death that had necessitated this charge of job. At one hundred and one, Professor Flitwick, (as I still thought of him, despite the fact he had retired from teaching over five years ago) was still reasonably young for a wizard. But at the beginning of the year, he had finished his book, contracted dragon pox, and died, all in the space of about six months.

It had been his idea to apply for a teaching position at the place that had been both mine, and his, home for so many years and while my teaching experience was mainly limited to one on one tutorials, I'd always loved the idea of passing on my knowledge to those who wanted it.

Hence, the job application, and now this interview.

"A good man," Professor Longfellow echoed again.

With an effort I pulled myself together, hastily wiping away the tears that had begun to form in my eyes. Professor Longfellow kindly looked away.

"I know, as your old transfiguration teacher, that you have a particular aptitude for the subject and your résumé, as I said before, is exemplary. There's a few questions I would like to ask you, if that's agreeable with you?"

"Yes, of course." I said, straightening my spine.

"What is knowledge?"

"A journey."

"And books?"

"The stars that light the way."

"And you?"

"The one who seeks to know the way."

Professor Longfellow smiled at me and put out her hand. I shook it, then stood at the clear dismissal.

"Speaking as a employers, you will receive an owl sometime during the next few days. Speaking as an old headmistress to her head girl, however, I say: 'Welcome Aboard'."

I clasped her hand again, "Thank you! Thank you very much."

She gestured impatiently at me and I left the office, closing the door quietly behind me. Walking towards the wrought iron gates a few moments later, I suddenly launched myself into the sky and punched the air, then took off running to where my husband was waiting for me.

When we reached each other, there was no need for words. He took one look at my glowing face and pulled me close and, together, we stepped into nothingness, fingers still joined.

So that's it, the epilogues finished and I hope it's tied up any loose ends.

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