Who: Serena Fawcett + Mandy Brocklehurst Where: Their flat When: November 27th 2005 What: Welcome to the land of the displaced.
Disaster. How had something so lovely and with so much potential gone so wrong? Fred was always angry, always cruel and Serena constantly felt herself lingering in the disaster between her past with Ron and her future ... er...now, past, with Fred.
Leaving his farm the night before in tears, she had finally managed into a restless sleep.
Yet, as she woke, to streams of sunlight pouring into her room, she stretched with neither a care in the world. For this wasn't the Serena Fawcett who had lived the last five years in Veritas, not at all. Physically, the girl was the same, but her mind and memories belonged to a Serena from far, far away.
This Serena had completed a Masters/PhD in Charms in only four years - studying at the prestige London Academy - she'd worked as an Apprentice at Hogwarts before being headhunted to work at a elite magical boutique. Her history was bright. There was no Ron in her past. Honestly, he seemed a right prat to her - what with him dallying around with Lavender Brown like a doofus. Though, she had to admit, Hermione and him had made some cute babies. Yeugh.
The very idea panicked Serena - she was fun, flirtasious and didn't think the men in the world had much to offer aside from a nice snog ever so once in awhile.
Opening her eyes, her brow furrowed. What the hell?
Sitting upright she glanced around the room, not even noticing the glowing white orb on her nightstand.
Where the hell was she?
A bird twittered by and landed on her open windowsill.
Oh, hell, she was definitely not in London anymore.