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Looking out from the window, George spotted his new employee hurrying down the street with a little girl.
The girl looked like a mini version of Camila herself. She was no older than 9 and she tugged repeatedly at Camila’s beige muggle skirt, trying to get her to speed up. Finally, she gave up and skipped ahead. Only when she’d run two shops past Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes did she realize she didn’t know which shop Camila was taking her to.

Finally, the pair entered.

"Hey!" George greeted enthusiastically. Instead of asking Camila about the younger girl, he bent down on one knee and opened a small box that he seemed to pull out of nowhere.
"What's in that?" The girl asked, hesitantly taking a step closer. Her eyes betrayed her curiosity. Camila watched the younger girl lovingly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw George glance up at her, causing her to duck her head slightly.

"Why don't you come see?" George answered a slightly mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

As suggested, the young girl took the box from his hand and opened it curiously, in one clumsy motion. A flower popped out, like a Jack-in-the-box would. The young girl bent down to sniff the pretty pink flower, and it squirted water all over her face! She shrieked slightly at stared at George. “I don’t like you,” the girl said bluntly.

He laughed good-naturedly at her comment while Camila reprimanded her for being rude.

Slightly disgruntled, the little girl said “Sorry” to George, not meaning it at all. But then she surprised both of them by asking, "Can I keep it?"

"Sure," George laughed, and then waved his wand, quickly wiping away all the water. He stood up, and with a look aimed at Camila, picking up the young girl along with him.

"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"Tinsel," she answered, scrunching up her nose. “It’s decoration.”

"That's a very pretty name," he told her; smirking at her expression. Then he asked Camila, "You look so much like her...but, you're too young to be her mother...right?"

There was a small hint of some emotion Camila couldn’t identify in his voice.

"Right," she smiled back at him. "Selly is my sister. I just wanted you to meet her since she'll be coming in here with me from time to time…if that’s okay. Our parents died when I was 15."

"I'm so-" George started, placing a hand on her shoulder, but was cut off.

"Don't be. I'm not."

He stared at her, aghast, but she didn't continue. "How can you say that?"

"You didn't know my parents. Selly, come on, time for school," Camila ignored George's further questions as she reached for her sister. Selly, however, buried her head in George's shoulder and refused to budge. For a second, Camila wondered how it would feel were she to assume the same position as her sister. After all, George was certainly one of the best-looking men she'd ever set eyes on and, although he wasn't a body-builder, he had a lean and muscular physique.
Finally, Selly yielded. "But I don't want to go to that horrible school!" She said. When Camila held here in her arms, Selly demanded she be put down because she wasn't a little kid anymore.

"But you didn't have any objections when George was carrying you," Camila protested, liking the way his name rolled off her tongue. She reprimanded herself, trying to control wayward thoughts.

"That's 'cause it would be rude to tell George to put me down. You said I'm not supposed to demand stuff when I don't know somebody." Selly said impatiently. "And I don't want to go to Mrs. Hossa!"
“Selly, come on!” Camila snapped, slightly fed up. She sighed to calm herself, and then said, “You know I’m trying to transfer you out of that school. Be good and they won’t beat you. Just a few more days, okay?”

George opened his mouth, a million questions swirling in his head about the school and their parents, but then Camila him the most bittersweet smile he had ever seen. His words dried on his tongue.

"I'll be back for my shift at 10!" She called over her shoulder, holding Selly's hand as the bells chimed once more and they left.


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