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Artemis Hexley and the Circle of Khanna

Chapter 21: Amends

A/N: Another year has come and gone at Hogwarts, but Artemis has some unfinished business to attend to before she can leave. Characters mentioned belong to @lifeofkaze, @thatravenpuffwitch, @that-scouse-wizard, @samshogwarts, and @kc-and-co. Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of sports related injury, references to canon typical discrimination, and mentions of death, grief, and loss.

Once the Aurors had left with Jacob and Rakepick, Professor Dumbledore sent the Circle of Khanna back to their dormitories.

“Except for you, Miss Hexley,” he said, and Artemis stopped walking with Tonks and Penny to face him. “There are things that I wish to discuss with you privately, if I may.”

Artemis had expected Dumbledore to take her back to his office, but instead, they walked straight past the gargoyle corridor in the direction of the hospital wing. The hospital wing itself was full of people and absent of statues.

“It worked!” Artemis said as she caught sight of Madam Pomfrey walking among her fellow victims of the statue curse. “They’ve all gone back to normal.”

“So it would appear,” said Dumbledore, bowing his head. He gestured to the staircase, and together he and Artemis descended the steps to walk out into the Clocktower Courtyard. Once they were standing outside, he raised his face to the heavens and chuckled gently. “I remember one starry night like this five years ago, I stood with a young girl who asked me about the Cursed Vaults. I distinctly recall telling her then - and several times since then, I might add - that she should leave the Vaults well alone.”

Artemis shrugged. “I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told, Professor.”

“And for that, we should all be grateful. Thanks to the efforts of yourself and your friends, the school is safe. I should very much like to ask you, if you do not mind indulging my academic curiosity, what lay within the final Cursed Vault?”

“As in the power inside?” Artemis asked, and Dumbledore inclined his head. “I dunno, sir. We never got to opening the Vault properly, because it was protected by… something. It was horrible, we got these visions. Merula and Ben said they were all their worst memories, but I’m not sure. Some of the stuff I don’t remember seeing before, or if I have it was only in a dream, not in real life. It felt real, though, in the Vault. And it felt… awful. Like everything good had been sucked out of the world forever.” Artemis shuddered. “The merpeople said it was an evil place. It was. We went out, and we were thinking about how to break through the protection when Rakepick arrived. She wanted to kill me, again.”

“As always, Patricia Rakepick proves herself to be highly determined in getting what she wants.”

“Yeah. I mean, she could’ve killed me before, that night in the forest when… I don’t know why she didn’t honestly. It would’ve been easy because we weren’t paying attention to her, not after Rowan... But anyway, by the time we captured her, we were all worried. So we sealed the Vault. Jacob said it would stop the curse, it just means that eventually someone will have to go back and break all of the curses once and for all. He said that we would do it, but then he…”

Artemis’ voice tailed off. Once again, Jacob’s actions had left her mystified. And Jacob had left her. Again. Not only that, he had told the Aurors that he was the one who killed Duncan, that he was a member of the cabal. It couldn’t be true, but if it was untrue, why had he said all those things to the Aurors?

“If my memory serves me correctly,” said Dumbledore quietly, “that night when we first talked, you asked me whether I believed your brother to be mad, bad, or dangerous.”

“Maybe. It was a long time ago.”

“Indeed it was. But I did not believe it then, and I do not believe it now.”

“Do you know why he handed himself to the Aurors?” Artemis asked, continuing without even giving Dumbledore a chance to answer, “Do you know if it’s true, what he said about being part of R and killing Duncan? You don’t believe that he killed Duncan, do you?”

“I cannot pretend to know what your brother thinks, however I would hazard a guess that he is suffering from a guilty conscience, one that he wishes to relieve by attempting to make amends.”

Artemis frowned, not sure if she entirely understood Dumbledore’s words.

“So, what’s going to happen now?” she asked him.

“I am certain that the Aurors and the Wizengamot will see to it that justice is served appropriately, to both your brother and Madam Rakepick.”

“And what about here, at Hogwarts? And the Cursed Vaults? And me?”

“The Cursed Vaults will remain a mystery, and shall lie dormant until someone next attempts to open them, sometime in the future. When exactly, only time will tell,” Dumbledore fixed his blue eyes on Artemis behind his half-moon spectacles. “As for you, Miss Hexley, you have another month and a half before term ends, and another year of education after that. I suggest you make the most of it.”

There was a finality in his tone that made it clear that Artemis was dismissed. As she walked towards the door of the clocktower to return to her dormitory, the bell chimed twelve times. Behind her she heard Professor Dumbledore call her name, and she looked back to see him smiling at her.

“I believe I should wish you a happy birthday, Miss Hexley.”

With all the plans about the Cursed Vault, Artemis had almost forgotten all about her birthday. Thankfully, her friends had not. After lessons ended for the day, Penny and Tonks practically dragged her to the Three Broomsticks, where Rosmerta had decorated the bar with paper chains and colourful floating bubbles, and all of the Circle of Khanna had gathered around a set of tables.

“You really didn’t have to go to all this effort, Ros,” said Artemis, as Rosmerta pressed a small parcel into her hands.

“Nonsense, love. You’re seventeen. All grown up,” Ros smiled. “Now, are you going to use magic to open that present or not?”

Of course. Now that she was of age, Artemis was actually allowed to use magic outside of school. She grinned, and used her wand to vanish the wrapping paper off the gift. She had been expecting more Muggle music for the machine Ros had given her for Christmas the year before, but instead found herself holding an entirely different Muggle device. This one was small and square, with a dark glass circle in the centre, and a light glass square in one corner.

“Thanks, Ros,” Artemis smiled and frowned at the same time. “Um, what is this?”

“It’s a camera, love. It prints out photos as you take them,” Rosmerta informed her. “I thought that with you only having one year left at school, you would like a way to keep hold of as many nice memories as possible.”

“Yeah, I would. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love. So, what do you want to have for your first drink as a grown woman?”

Artemis carried a small glass of a burgundy liquid that smelled like marzipan (“sloe gin, love”) and the Muggle camera over to her friends, and Penny showed her how it worked. By the time they left the inn and returned to the Hufflepuff dormitory, she had almost twenty photos of her and her friends and a niggling sensation in her head and heart. If only Rowan had been there. If only she had more photos of Rowan from when she had been there. Her first instinct was to push the thought away, but she stopped herself, and instead let the feeling sit there for a moment, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and picturing Rowan’s face, her doe-like brown eyes, the graceful curve of her nose, her smile. It was not a photograph, but it was something, at least.

“Are you alright, Artemis?” asked Alanza, sitting on the bed that used to be Rowan’s. Artemis smiled at her and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “Just thinking, that’s all. Thanks, though. It was nice of you to ask.”

“You know what else is nice?” Penny said, and she nodded her head at Chiara, who had brought her bedding into the dormitory to join the girls in their festivities. “You being here, Chiara. You really should stay here all the time, you know.”

Chiara gave Penny a thin-lipped smile. “As I told you before, I don’t want to wake you all up taking medications and-”

“And, as I told you before, none of us would mind one bit. Would we, Tonks?”

“Nah, I’m a deep sleeper.”

“See? Artemis and Alanza don’t mind either, do you?”

“It does not matter if I mind or not,” Alanza shrugged. “I will not be here next year anyway. I go back to Brazil at the end of term.”

“Oh, you must be so excited to see your family and friends.”

“I am, yes. But I will miss my friends here at Hogwarts, too. And Charlie, of course. Hopefully he will be able to visit me sometime. You all can visit as well one day, I will miss you four very much, too.”

“We will all miss you too, Alanza,” said Artemis, realising for the first time that she meant it. She had grown to quite like Alanza after all.

“Thank you, Artemis. You know, Chiara, you can have my bed when I go home, if you like.”

Before Chiara could either accept or decline Alanza’s offer, the door of the dormitory swung open. In crashed a short and stocky girl with short blue hair.

“Sorry for crashing in like a roaster,” said Skye Parkin, her face flushing. “I just need to chat tae ye, Hexley.”

“Fine. What about?”

“Cordelia Costa had a messed up cure for boils tipped over her hands in Potions class this afternoon, and her hands have come up in the most massive boils ye have ever seen. Madam Pomfrey says they’ll take a month tae heal properly, so she cannae play Quidditch next weekend. It means we’re down a Chaser. I’ve been tryin’ tae find a replacement but it’s slim pickings out there. Aw ma year are too busy revising for the N.E.W.T.s and the fifth years are aw flapping aboot the O.W.L.s. The fourth years are pure mince, and I’m already using my reserve player, so… Can you do it?”

Artemis frowned. “I’m not a Chaser, Skye.”

“That’s nae bother, Hopper will play Chaser. But that leaves us without a Seeker. She cannae play both, ken?” Skye sighed. “Look, Hexley, I ken that ye didnae want tae play anymore after what happened tae yer pal, but honestly, I’m desperate. Please? It’s the final, and I cannae go against Rath with no Seeker, those Ravenclaws will batter us.”

She looked at Artemis imploringly, and Artemis could see from the look in her green eyes that she meant it. So, Artemis nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Ye wee stoater, Hexley. Cheers, hen. See you oan the pitch at dawn, aye? We’re gaun tae need some emergency practice sessions tae get us aw back in shape. Rath won’t ken what’s hit her.”

Skye wandered off, muttering about Erika Rath under her breath.

“Well,” said Artemis. “Looks like I need to find my broomstick.”

She found her Comet 260 under her bed, next to the pair of matching burgundy notebooks she had intended to give Rowan for her seventeenth birthday, but had never got the opportunity to do so. She pushed them back, and pulled out the broomstick. It needed a good polish, but other than that it was ready to fly again.

And so was she.

The final Quidditch match of the year was between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and its result would decide the winner of the Cup.

Ravenclaw was in the lead, but - as Murphy McNully reliably informed Artemis - there was still a chance of Hufflepuff snatching a victory from the jaws of defeat, provided that they beat Ravenclaw with a wide margin, which Skye was confident that they would.

Unfortunately, it turned out not to be the case.

The match was marginally less violent than the year before, with only two injuries: Abigail Adler, one of the Ravenclaw Chasers, sustained an injury during a manoeuvre Skye called “Parkin’s Pincer”, and Jean Bean the Hufflepuff Beater was knocked out of the sky by the combined force of both Rath and Cassiopeia using their bats to hit a Bludger at her simultaneously.

With one Beater out of the game, David Willows was having to work twice as hard to defend the players against Rath and Cassiopeia, leaving him unable to mount any form of powerful attack against the opposing team, and Andre Egwu and Hufflepuff’s Keeper Amelia Booth were equally matched as Keepers. Still, with Adler out of play, the Hufflepuff Chasers had the advantage. Skye, Lizzie, and Ellie worked well as a team, and over a few hours managed to rack up a score in Hufflepuff’s favour.

The fate of the game rested with Artemis, whose job was fairly simple: keep the Ravenclaw Seeker busy, wait for the point lead to increase, then catch the Snitch. This was complicated by the opposing Seeker, Samantha O’Connell, who seemed to have caught on to - or perhaps had been told about - all of Artemis’ distraction techniques, for she didn’t fall for any of them and stayed consistently focussed on her own hunt for the Snitch.

When Artemis finally saw the tiny golden ball, Hufflepuff still did not have enough of a lead to win the Cup. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one to have caught sight of the Snitch; O’Connell saw it too.

She had no choice; if she didn’t catch the Snitch now, Hufflepuff would lose the match as well as the Cup. So, she leaned forward and accelerated with the opposing Seeker, taking a deep dive and overtaking her, the wind whistling in her ears and whipping her hair as she gained speed and drew closer and closer to…

“Hexley catches the Golden Snitch,” Murphy’s voice echoed across the pitch. “Hufflepuff win 220 to 60, but Ravenclaw take the Cup!”

“Och, dinnae fash yerself, hen,” said Skye, when Artemis stopped her at the post-match party to apologise for not waiting longer to catch the Snitch. “At least we won the match, aye?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Artemis shrugged. “Does that mean that I can come back to the team next term? I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed playing Quidditch, what with everything that happened this year.”

Skye laughed. “It’s nae ma decision. I’ll be graduating next month, ken?.”

“What are you going to do after you leave?”

“I’m joining a professional team. Ma family’s team actually, the Wigtown Wanderers. I told ye before that ma Pa is the manager, and ma older brothers are already playing.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Aye, but it’s a lot of pressure. Always has been. At home, it’s the only thing that matters, and I just want tae… Aye, never mind. Sorry for havering, Hexley.”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind,” Artemis told her. “I’m sorry for quitting earlier in the year. Hopefully whoever is Captain next year will let me back. Who is going to be Captain?”

“Dinnae ken yet. Jameson, Bean and I are aw aff, Willows does nae want the responsibility, the others have aw only been playing for a year. You dinnae want it, dae ye?”

“Not a chance,” Artemis laughed, and so did Skye. “I had a go at being the leader of a club this year and it’s really not my thing. Besides, I only played one match this year, and I don’t know enough about strategies and I’m no good at working out point margins and…” her voice tailed off as she had an idea. “Actually, Skye, I think I know who would be a great captain.”

“Who?”

Artemis looked across the Great Hall to where Murphy was sitting with Katriona Cassiopeia, the red-haired Ravenclaw Beater, on his lap. Skye frowned.

“McNully? He cannae fly, he’s in a wheelchair.”

“So what?” Artemis asked. “He knows more about Quidditch than anyone and it was his strategies that won us the Cup last year. And we’re Hufflepuffs. Aren’t we meant to believe in fair chances?”

“Aye,” Skye raised her eyebrows and nodded slowly. “Aye, it’s no a bad idea. I am gaun tae have words with him about getting quite so close to the Ravenclaw Beaters, though. Cannae have that from our Captain.”

“That’s a shame.”

“For why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Artemis grinned, her eyes finding those of Erika Rath, which were fixed on Skye, and were filled with an expression that was far softer than anger. “I just think that there might be a Ravenclaw Beater who wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to you.”

“Och, naw. She’s just still raging about those rumours I started last year about her and that missing broomstick.”

“Then maybe it’s time that you try making amends,” said Artemis, and she gave Skye a small but mischievous smirk as she walked away from her, leaving a clear path between the two girls who were - for now, at least - rival team captains.

Artemis’ return to the Quidditch team might have distracted Penny from nagging Chiara Lobosca to take Alanza’s empty bed in the girls’ dormitory, but Chiara’s respite was short-lived. On the final night of term, while Alanza was making the most of her final evening with Charlie and the other girls were busy packing up their belongings, Penny dragged Chiara across the hallway and into the dormitory.

“See, there would be plenty of room for you, especially with Alanza leaving. I don’t mind taking down the garlands if you don’t like them, and Tonks can always free the bat.”

“Excuse me?”

“The beds are really comfy in here,” Penny continued, ignoring the affronted look Tonks was giving her. “Come and sit on Alanza’s bed - she won’t mind - and you’ll see what I mean. Chiara. Sit.”

Chiara did as Penny said and sat down on Alanza’s bed, though she sighed softly as she did so.

“Penny, I-”

“There. Don’t you think it’s comfy?”

“It is, Penny, and I’m really touched that you want me to move in here with you three, but I can’t,” Chiara said, her voice gentle and firm, all at once. “I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

“But-”

“Leave it, Penny,” muttered Artemis, shoving Fergus’ toys into her trunk. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine!” Penny said shrilly. “Because once Alanza leaves it will just be the three of us again, and Chiara is all alone, and I hate that we will have an empty bed and Chiara will have an empty dormitory, and I hate that Rowan won’t get to be here for our final year and that if we’d known that we would have spent more time with her when she was here, and now it’s too late.”

“Penny, don’t be upset, I didn’t mean-”

“And we should have spent more time with you as well, Chiara, and soon it will be too late for that, too. But you could still move in here and we could make up for you not having been here before, if you let us,” Penny looked at Chiara imploringly with her tear-filled blue eyes. “Please, will you let us?”

Chiara stared at the floor and shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Penny’s right, Chiara,” said Tonks. “You should move in here with us. It’s rotten of us for not insisting before.”

“But-”

“We don’t give a hoot about you waking us up in the night, honestly.”

“That’s not what this is about, it’s… Well, I’m not… I’m…”

Artemis frowned. “Chiara, you really don’t have to-”

“No. It’s okay, Artemis,” Chiara smiled sadly. “You see, the truth is… Well, the illness I have, it’s not a bleeding curse. It’s lycanthropy.”

Both Penny and Tonks fell silent, their lips parting and eyebrows furrowing.

“What?” Tonks asked eventually.

“I’m a werewolf. That’s why I have my own room, so I can take my Wolfsbane potion and transform without anyone being near me. I can’t move in here, because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tonks pursed her lips. “But if you’re taking the Wolfsbane potion, you’re harmless, right?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Ah, then it’s fine. I mean, we’re used to this kind of thing; we’ve already got Artemis turning into a cat every five minutes-”

“It’s not that often!”

“- and if I’m being honest, I’ve always been more of a dog person anyway,” Tonks shrugged and turned to Penny, whose lips were thin and cheeks pale. “What do you think, Pen?”

Artemis held her breath, not sure how Penny would react. After what felt like an age, Penny lifted her gaze to Chiara’s, her front teeth grazing her lower lip. When she finally spoke, her voice held a slight tremor.

“Would you be able to teach me how to make a Wolfsbane Potion?”

Chiara nodded, and a cackling Tonks ran across the room to jump on top of both her and Penny, knocking them backwards on the bed with a loud squeal and a giggle and pinning Chiara down.

“Artemis, help me! We can’t let her leave!”

Laughing, Artemis pulled out the camera Madam Rosmerta had given her and used it to print a photo of the others before joining them, Fergus watching from the windowsill with a look of disdain in his bottle-green eyes. They continued to laugh even as Chiara returned to her dormitory, promising to think about moving into Alanza’s empty bed next term.

“It’s going to be a bit weird without Alanza, isn’t it?” Tonks asked.

“I know what you mean. I’ve kind of gotten used to having her around,” said Artemis, frowning at Alanza’s - or was it Chiara’s, now? - empty bed. “Where is she, anyway? She can’t still be with Charlie, surely?”

“Oh, well. I expect that they will be having a rather long conversation, if you know what I mean.”

“No, Penny. I haven’t got the foggiest what you mean.”

“Well,” Penny sighed, “I expect that they’re breaking up.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Because Alanza is going back to Brazil, and Charlie is staying here. It’s not like they’ll be able to see each other, is it? Just make sure that you’re nice to her when she comes back.”

“I’m always nice to her,” Artemis said, and Penny pursed her lips. “What? I am now.”

“Yes, I know, but remember, she will be just as upset as Charlie is. Try not to take his side over hers.”

Artemis’ eyebrows furrowed, and she returned to her half-packed trunk. If only there were something she could do to help. As she pulled out her last items from under her bed, she realised that maybe there was something she could do.

The following morning, when the other girls went into the Great Hall for their final breakfast together before the carriages departed for Hogsmeade station, Artemis lingered in the entrance hall, waiting for the Gryffindor boys to arrive. When they did, she grabbed Charlie by the arm and pulled him out into the courtyard outside.

“What’s up?” Charlie asked her, frowning deeply. “Are you alright?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. Are you alright?”

“Uh, I think so. Why?” Charlie’s frown deepened momentarily before he raised his eyebrows and nodded in recognition. “Oh, Alanza. Yeah, I’m… We’re going to see how it goes, so that’s… Well, we’ll see, won’t we?”

He gave Artemis a smile, though it was strained and forced. Artemis put her hand on his forearm.

“You’re upset,” she told him, and he shrugged.

“Yeah, sort of. I mean, I didn’t really want to break up, and I definitely didn’t want to upset her more than she already was, but I guess it’s just not very hopeful, is it? Brazil’s a really long way away. It’s not like I could afford to get Portkeys to visit her, and it would be too far for me to Apparate, even if I had passed my Apparition exam-”

“And you wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened in the exam. Alanza’s poor grandmother would be terrified.”

“Oi!” Charlie pushed Artemis gently. “I only got the destination a couple of miles wrong, and how was I supposed to know that poor old Muggle lady would be there?” He shook his head and added, “But you’re right, that probably wouldn’t make the best first impression.”

“Definitely not. What about writing? You could write to her, couldn’t you?”

“I could, but it would take ages for the letters to get there and back. I asked at the Owl Post Office last Hogsmeade weekend,” Charlie shrugged again. “It is what it is, I suppose.”

“But it doesn’t have to be,” Artemis told him, and she opened up her yellow rucksack, rummaged past her Muggle music machine, her camera, and an old cardigan to find what she was looking for, before handing Charlie two notebooks, both bound in wine-coloured leather. “Here. These are for you.”

“Thanks,” Charlie opened one and fanned through the blank pages. “Uh, no offence, but… Why?”

“Because you’re my friend, and I can see that you’re actually upset even though you’re just shrugging your shoulders and pretending that you’re ‘alright’,” Artemis gave Charlie a pointed look, and he half-laughed. She nodded her head at the two notebooks. “They’re a pair, when you write in one, the writing appears in the other so you can send messages to each other.”

Charlie’s eyebrows furrowed, and he tried to push the notebooks back towards Artemis. “No, I can’t take these.”

“Why not? They’re a present.”

“But they must have been expensive. Keep them.”

“I don’t want them,” Artemis said, completely honestly. “I bought them to give to Rowan for her seventeenth birthday, and… Well, she’s not going to use them, is she? You might as well have them.”

“Artie, I can’t-”

“If you don’t take them, I will throw them in the bin,” Artemis crossed her arms across her chest. “Besides, I thought I was your best friend.”

“You are.”

“Well then. It would be downright bloody rude of you not to accept my gift, wouldn’t it?”

“It would,” Charlie sighed. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.”

“Right. Then I’ll take them. Thank you. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome,” Artemis smiled as Charlie placed the notebooks in his satchel. She slung her rucksack over her shoulder and linked arms with him. “Come on, or they’ll run out of bacon.”

“That would be the real heartbreak in this situation.”

Thankfully, there was still bacon left at the Hufflepuff table, where the entirety of the Circle of Khanna had gathered to eat breakfast together before getting into the Thestral-drawn carriages.

Just as Artemis joined Penny, Chiara, and Tonks in their carriage, she paused to look closer at the Thestral, which blinked at her with its inky hooded eyes. She reached up and stroked its downy nose. It was softer than she had imagined it would be.

When their carriage reached Hogsmeade station, Artemis did not board the Hogwarts Express. Instead, she hugged her friends goodbye, making sure to hug Alanza twice (“Don’t forget, if you ever want to come to Brazil, you can stay with my family!”) before waving goodbye and watching the train pull away without her, Fergus miaowing dolefully at her side.

“What? You don’t really want to go back to Ma’s house, do you?” Artemis asked him, bending down to stroke him as he rubbed against her ankles. “I didn’t think so. We’ll have a much better time staying with Madam Rosmerta.”

A breeze ruffled through her hair and made her shiver, and she pulled the old cardigan of Rowan’s tighter around herself. In the corner of her eye, she noticed that the clock still read ten past ten. She smiled to herself, finally understanding what Rowan had meant when they had last stood here together; it was reassuring to know that some things would always remain the same, no matter how life changed.

“Expecto patronum.”

As she lifted her wand and whispered the words, a rush of silver light unfurled in the air in front of her, swirling into the lithe dappled form of a cheetah. The cheetah looked at her, and she nodded her head at it in recognition before following it down the length of the platform, letting it guide her to the place that, for this summer at least, she would call her home.

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His Little Princess

Papa Kendrick AU that nobody asked for. You’re welcome.

MC Friends: David Willows, Phoenix Lang ( @that-scouse-wizard )

I’m open to other MCs interacting with Judith’s father. Makes things more fun. This would be the first installment of this AU.

Warnings: Child abuse, child endangerment (mentioned)

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Kendrick knows that he really should allow his daughter to grow and develop on her own.

Away from him.

Where she can be her own person and things of that nature.

He knows this.

But he finds it to be a much more daunting task than he originally anticipated.

He raised his little girl alongside his mother. He took care of her and showed her the love he will always believe that she deserves.

She used to be a carefree child. A little shy but was very lively.

But ever since they moved to Europe, the bright light he was so used to seeing in his little girl’s eyes dimmed slowly with each passing day.

And for the life the of him, he couldn’t fully understand why.

He knew that the neighborhood kids are different from those in Barbados. They were definitely meaner like that harsh winters they experience in London. But he made clear to those kids not to touch a hair on Judith’s head if they knew what was good for them.

But eventually Judith didn’t bother try to interact with any kid her age. She favored to stick to herself or be with him.

Not that he opposed… but he still wanted her to have a friend.

Something she could’ve had with his old friends’ son, Talbott Winger. But thanks to Sade’s controlling behavior, he couldn’t bring her over the Winger household more often. His wife’s behavior towards their daughter always bothered him for some reason. She virtually ignored Judith, favoring their son more. But he couldn’t figure out as to why.

It wasn’t until that fateful night, everything clicked into place in the most horrible way possible.

It was the night where he was told that his baby girl was being rushed over to St. Mungos because she was terribly injured.

His “wife” was nowhere present when Judith came to hospital.

When he saw her, he felt a massive fracture form in his heart. Judith was bawling her eyes out, whimpering in pain as large burn stood proudly on the left side of her face.

Kendrick’s paternal instincts kicked in, not allowing anyone near his daughter except for himself.

The scar left on her face was a permanent one. He was glad to have been able to save her left eye, but he can do nothing about the scar.

Judith was very tight lipped about what happened and it took a lot of coaxing to get it out of her. When he realized it was Sade who done this to her, who caused her to be so closed off to begin with by abusing her in order to become the daughter she “wanted”, a calm sense of rage overtook the man.

He already had a sense it had to do with her.

She wasn’t there when their only daughter was rushed there. And not too long after that night, he did see a brief vision of her with another man and a young boy who looked younger than Judith.

He was very swift with the divorce. Sade wasn’t sorry for what she did and it showed when she easily handed him custody of Judith.

It hurt him to see his baby girl even more reclusive than she was before. She rarely stepped outside of the house unless she was in the backyard or she was near him.

Now that she’s attending Hogwarts, it made the man realize how bad his trust issues were when it came to her.

He already heard about her fight with some older Slytherins and Gryffindors when they exposed her biggest insecurity on her first birthday away from him. Judging by her first few letters following the event, she has yet to make any real friends while there. She mentioned two fellow House mates had spoken to her more often compared to others, but she never called them her friends. With her “secret” exposed, he knew the students there would either be more mean to her or even scared of her.

He couldn’t hug her or comfort her when she’s at school. Wipe away any tears that appeared in her eyes. Tell her that everything will be okay and that he loves her.

And that made him restless.

He couldn’t wait to have her back for Christmas break. He ended up flying to the school himself to pick her up, not willing to wait for the train. Seeing her bright smile as she ran up to him, soothed that restlessness. He didn’t hesitate to hoist her up and hug her close.

He made sure to make every day count during break. There was nothing he wasn’t willing to give his little girl after the hellish start of her first year at Hogwarts.

Even allowing Martin Lockheart to bring over young Nuri while Sade was at work so Judith could spend some time with her half brother, who basically jumped her the moment he saw her.

Martin Lockheart was Sade’s fellow employee and now boyfriend. However he proved to be more honorable than his ex-wife. After hearing about what happened, Martin came to visit Kendrick during on his shifts at the hospital. He apologized about ruining his marriage and about his little girl got hurt due to the hatred from her mother. Kendrick was surprised to see the man from his brief vision, let alone that same man coming to him to apologize. But…

Kendrick didn’t turn him away, embracing the man as he gave his thanks. Kendrick even allowed the man to meet his skittish daughter. While she did cling onto him, as expected, it surprised both men that the girl hugged Martin after speaking to her.

“Y-You don’t look a-at m-me with pity. A-and you a-apologized even w-when it w-wasn’t your f-fault… T-Thank you for t-that...”

Kendrick felt a sense of pride at his daughter. He knew in his heart that even though his little girl was more wary to everyone around her, she was the same insightful child he raised. On Martin’s next visit, he didn’t come alone.

It was then Kendrick and Judith met Sade’s other son, Nuri Lockheart. Nuri was a little nervous around the imposing man but quickly warmed up to him when he found out he was the father to his older siblings. Even seeing the scarred face female Harris, Nuri welcomed her with open arms.

Which was why he insisted the two spend Christmas together. It was one of the rare times he seen his little girl smile so genuinely as she and Nuri used their new gifts.

When winter break was over, that same sense of restlessness returned. Kendrick even contemplated on not sending her back. But he knew that he couldn’t do that. Judith needed an education in order to start a career of her choosing.

Luckily the rest of first year was uneventful at best.

The summer before second year, Judith asked him to help her with some basic Beater training so she can try out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Something he was more than happy to do.

As a former Beater for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team many years ago, Kendrick was considered one of the best players for his time. For his little girl to play the position he once did made him beam with pride as she took the training well.

He could tell there was quite of bit of aggression pent up inside her. The whole practicing Muggle forms of fighting was a bit of issue at Hogwarts so it seems. So there were only a handful of times where Judith could really train. At least if she were to get on the Quidditch team, which he knows she will because he knows his daughter, beating dummies senseless was a pretty great stress reliever.

But... it never hurt to be extra sure, right?

At least that’s what the elder Harris told himself as he watched from the Commentary Booth with a Ravenclaw boy by the name Murphy McNully.

He watched from afar as Judith and another Hufflepuff wizard spoke with the Hufflepuff captain on their brooms.

“Um, is the captain this unique,” Kendrick questioned McNully as he watch the older Badger stand on his broom with one leg. McNully let out a chuckle.

“Orion is as unique as they come. His tactics may be a bit out there, but he’s captain for a reason,” the commentator supplied. The two watched as Judith and the wizard try to balance on their brooms. Judith proved to be quicker as Kendrick drilled into the importance of balance in her from a young age.

“That’s my girl,” Kendrick chuckled as he could spy the bright smile Judith sported. McNully nodded.

“Judith seems like a very capable Quidditch player. Makes sense seeing how you were many years ago,” McNully agreed as David finally found his balance.

Kendrick watched as a group of Hufflepuff Quidditch players fly out onto the Pitch with a raised brow.

A team that always stays ready for practice? Interesting...

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Kendrick grinned as he watched his baby girl jump up and down on the ground in front of the Hufflepuff captain.

His girl made the team. Grabbing his broomstick, he flew onto the pitch behind the little group.

“Congratulations, baby girl. I’m so proud of you,” he said softly. Judith stilled before turning to face him.

“Papa! What are you doing here,” she asked with a small blush. The older man chuckled, hugging his daughter.

“You thought I was going to miss the opportunity to see you try out,” he asked instead. Judith puffed her cheeks at her father but returned his hug with a small smile.

The sound of someone clearing their throat ended the little father-daughter moment.

“Hello, Mr. Harris. My name is Orion Amari, it’s a pleasure to meet a formidable player such as yourself,” the young man spoke. Kendrick smirked.

“The pleasure is all mine, Orion. And please call me Kendrick, I’m not that old,” he replied. Judith let out a quiet giggle at that.

“Formidable player? I don’t recognize him from any Quidditch team...” Another voice spoke. Kendrick turned his gaze to a fair skin boy with long dark brown hair and eyes to match.

“I used to played Quidditch back in my day here at Hogwarts, son. I guess I was considered one of the best of my time but I never looked to take it as a profession. I rather be here for my kids rather than travel all the time,” Kendrick explained. Something about the boy was familiar but he couldn’t figure out from where.

“Oh...”

“I don’t believe you introduced yourself, young one,” Kendrick said. Before the boy could answer, Judith interjected.

“This is my new friend, Papa. Papa, I would like you to meet David.” Kendrick raised a brow, narrowing his eyes at the young wizard.

“Friend, huh,” he drawled slowly, sizing the boy. David squared his shoulders, standing as tall as he could.

“Yes, friend. Judith is a sweet girl, even though she is also fully capable kicking my arse and putting me in the Hospital Wing,” he said. Kendrick can definitely give the young boy credit for not cowering in front of him.

Kendrick knew he was someone who commanded respect, especially physically wise. Standing at 6′4, still maintaining his muscular build while being well in his 40s, with sharp glaring pale gold eyes, Kendrick can come of as intimidating as they come.

“You got guts, son. I can respect that. It’s nice to know that my little girl made a new friend,” Kendrick finally said, cracking a small smile. David’s face lit up a bit at this.

“Thank you, sir,” he said.

“What’s your last name, David,” Kendrick asked.

“Willows.” The elder Harris’s brows shot up to his hairline.

“Is your mother’s name Rue Willows by any chance?” David’s eyes went wide.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes. I went to school with her many years ago. The past has a funny way of catching up with you,” Kendrick mused. David gave a mute nod, still surprised to meet someone who know of his mother personally.

“I’m curious to know how you plan on training these two, Orion. Quidditch season is right around the corner if I’m not mistaken,” Kendrick said, turning his attention to curious older Hufflepuff.

“I have a candidate in mind. She’s from a rival team but one of the best Beaters to date. A Slytherin by the name Erika Rath. If she refuses to train them, then I will ask one of Gryffindor’s Beaters, Phoenix Lang. More famously known as Fireball on the Quidditch Pitch,” Orion supplied. Kendrick can feel his daughter stiffen ever so slightly in his arms.

Judith already has a messy relationship when regarding Slytherins and Gryffindors, despite it being from a year ago. It wouldn’t surprise him if she would feel a bit nervous around them.

“Come, I’ll introduce you two to Rath and see how this situation plays out,” Orion spoke gently, mostly directing it to Judith.

He must have sensed her discomfort.

Kendrick decided that he liked this caption...

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The group traveled to the Training Grounds, the telltale sounds of metal hitting metal filled the air. Kendrick spied the tall buff figure of a female, whacking dummies with her bat with impressive form and strength.

“Best to stay back a bit and wait for her to finish her training. Rath is notorious for her brute strength and for causing a few accidents to players because she doesn’t see them,” Orion informed. Kendrick cocked his head at this.

‘Blind spot,’ he silently mused to himself. Convenient for her since she really doesn’t see certain players so she wouldn’t be faulted, but inconvenient for those who find themselves the receiving end of a bludger.

“You alright, baby girl,” Kendrick asked his daughter. Pale gold eyes met and Judith gave a silent nod. A hum came from the back of his throat as he watched her study the Slytherin who seem to go by her last name.

It took a few more minutes until Rath finally whipped out her wand and froze her bludgers, finally taking notice to their little group.

“Rath,” Orion greeted warmly. The blonde hair girl gave a solemn nod, her pale green eyes studying them rest of them. Her brow creased when her eyes landed on the elder of the group.

“Rath, I would like you to meet my two new Beaters, David Willows and Judith Harris. As well as Judith’s father, Kendrick,” Orion introduced. The buff Slytherin Beater narrowed her eyes as she studied each one.

Kendrick felt his hackles rise when she studied Judith’s face more closely.

“Nice to meet all of you,” she finally said.

“Likewise,” Kendrick spoke, seeing how David was rendered mute (with a faint blush on his cheeks) and Judith was reading the older girl as well.

“To what do I owe to this visit, Amari? I was training,” Rath asked with crossed arms, eyeing the Hufflepuff captain.

“As one of Hogwarts’ best Beaters currently, I would like to request your tutelage to my teammates.” An arched brow was directed at the older Hufflepuff.

“What do I get from training these two? Quidditch season is right around the corner, Amari. I don’t have time to play babysitter.” Kendrick glanced at Orion, finding a small smirk on the young man’s face.

“It was a simple request, Erika. If you don’t wish to spend time teaching them, I can easily find Fireball and ask her to train my students instead.” Rath remained silent for a few moments and if Kendrick wasn’t playing attention, he wouldn’t have noticed that her posture straighten ever so slightly.

“Harris, Willows. Grab a bat and show me your form, your training starts now,” she ordered. Judith and David walked up to a nearby crate to grab a bat. Kendrick raised a brow and let out a silent chuckle.

Orion knows how to works people.

He definitely likes this captain.

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“Judith seems to have a bit experience already.” Kendrick glanced at the Slytherin Beater who walked up to him. He’s been watching David and Judith beat a Bludger towards each other, which was an interesting training practice.

“She does,” he simply said.

“I’m assuming you got something to do with it,” Rath asked casually, trying to figure out the giant in front of her.

She didn’t need Amari to tell her that who’s father he was. His daughter is basically the female version of him.

Down to the marred face, on the same side.

“You’d assumed right, Erika,” Kendrick replied evenly.

“You got her training for the Beater position,” Rath pressed. Kendrick gave her smirk.

“You can say that...” Rath tried not to let her annoyance show. Kendrick was definitely a man of a few words and she’s nowhere near closer to pinning his identity.

Not just any adult was allowed on Hogwarts grounds and Amari seemed to be content by the man’s presence.

She’d figured he was here to support his daughter. The infamous scarred Cursed Child.

Rath has seen Judith around before. It was hard not too when a couple of Slytherin blokeheads had their asses handed to them on a silver platter by a first year witch in the Courtyard.

Rath saw the embarrassment, fear, and shyness flash on the young girl’s face. She could see the tears building in her eyes. All before the boiled down to cold, unbridled rage.

Judith didn’t need magic to be dangerous. She was viscous without it.

Something told Rath that Kendrick had to do with her strength and fighting skill...

“Hey Rath, I’ve been looking for...” The pair turned to find a stylish wizard approach. His robes and tie with outline in blue, meaning he was a Ravenclaw.

“Andre? What’s the matter with you,” Rath asked the shell shock Ravenclaw, who seemed to staring at the elder Harris.

“K-Kendrick H-Harris? One of the greatest Ravenclaw Beaters Kendrick Harris,” Andre asked breathlessly. A sharp brow rose at this.

“I wouldn’t go that far, son. I was good for my time but yes, I’m Kendrick Harris,” the man confirmed, slightly amused.

“Oh my Merlin, I’m such a huge fan of you, sir! Well next to my grandmother. You were a force to be reckon with when you played. Your aim was second to none on the Pitch,” Andre fanboyed. Rath stood rod straight when Andre’s words suck into her mind.

He was a former player.

And an actual Beater at that.

She just assumed that he found someone to train Judith to prepare her for Quidditch.

He has the wisdom and knowledge of a Beater and is passing it down to his child. Erika felt herself finding some newfound respect for the elder Harris...

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Kendrick sat in the Commentary Box as the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin raged on.

He’s been stopping in on occasion to see his daughter train. She’s been getting better under the watchful eye of Rath. He could see that the older girl taken a liking to David and his daughter.

Dare he say it, she must’ve adopted the two as her little siblings. Judith seemed receptive to the attention, which brought a smile to his face.

His theory was cemented when they all met Phoenix Lang.

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Kendrick was watching his daughter and David practice their aim with the metal dummies as a warm up. Erika had to be pulled away for a quick meeting with Professor McGonagall and promised she’ll be back with a new lesson.

Less than 20 minutes in, they all heard a loud, excited squeal.

“Oooo, cute new Beaters!”

Kendrick only blinked for a second, and the next time he opened his eyes, David and Judith were being squeezed by a tall buff female.

The young witch had shoulder length black hair, bright cerulean blue eyes, and a pale scar going down her left eye.

Both Hufflepuffs looked confused, save David who had a small flush on his cheeks, as they were nuzzled by the overly excited girl.

“I know my little princess is adorable but I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t break her or her friend in half,” Kendrick drawled. Curious blue eyes finally noticed the elder and widen.

“Holy crap! Two cute Beaters AND a famous ex-Beater?! Best. Day. Ever!”

Kendrick cocked a brow at this.

‘I really didn’t expect to be that well-known…’

The dark haired female finally set the two down before turning towards him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Harris, with your permission I would love to train-“

“HEY!” The small group turned to find a seething Slytherin marching up to them.

Erika was quick to snatch both David and Judith and hold them close to her.

“I know what you’re doing, Lang. Back off, these are my students, find your own!” “Lang” gave Erika a pout.

“Oh c’mon! How did you get them already?!”

“Orion, who else?”

“Sorry to interrupt but… who are you and what’s going on here,” Kendrick interjected.

“Oh! My apologies, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Phoenix Lang, fourth year Gryffindor and one of Gryffindor’s Beaters. Nice to meet you, Mr. Harris,” Phoenix grinned. Kendrick blinked and chuckled.

“Pleasure is all mine, Phoenix...” Blue eyes wandered back to the two young Hufflepuffs, still being held in Erika’s arms.

“Soooo... shared custody?” Pale green eyes glared.

“Fat chance, Lang. I already have to share these two with two other people. Over my dead body I’m sharing Beater custody,” Erika huffed. Kendrick tilted his head at this.

He’d figured Erika was talking about Orion, he’s seen his little girl bond with the Hufflepuff Captain. But the other person remains to be a mystery.

‘I’ll ask Judith later...’

Phoenix narrowed her eyes.

“Mark my words, Rath. I’ll find a way to be their big sister somehow,” she said with a knowing smirk before walking away. Erika glared daggers at the retreating Gryffindor.

“... so what’s this new technique you’ve mentioned, Erika,” Judith spoke after a few moments of silence.

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After that day, Erika acted more of a big sister to the two. Something Kendrick was greatly for. He knew how much his little girl missed Jamal. He was glad she was opening up to the new older role models that were appearing in her life, pushing her to be better and opening up to new connections.

Kendrick smiled as her watched Judith performed a well executed Bludger Backbeat.

Watching his daughter play brought a warm sense of pride in his chest. He can tell she was going to a superb player in her own right.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly in the match.

Until it wasn’t.

Kendrick felt the chill before he saw the ice. Out of nowhere a tall pillar erected from the Pitch, causing teams to break their formations out of panic. Students began to push for the nearest exit as the ice spread in the seats.

“That blasted cursed ice...” Kendrick side eyed the frowning Potion Master. Cursed ice?

“JUDITH, LOOK OUT!” Kendrick’s attention snapped back to the field. The field was covering with ice pillars. Just as Judith evaded one, one caught the end of her broomstick.

Kendrick’s heart seized his chest as he helplessly watched his little girl free fall.

Only exhale loudly when David managed to catch her just a few seconds before she could hit the ground.

“Mr. Harris, we have to leave now,” Dumbledore said urgently, pulling the man along. Kendrick spared one glance at the pair, Judith was clenching onto the boy’s waist as they flew out of the pitch.

‘Keep my little girl safe, Willows...’

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Kendrick may seem calm on the inside, but he was seconds way from losing his composure.

In the midst of the panic of the cursed ice spreading throughout the school, he couldn’t find his daughter anywhere. The two Quidditch teams regather with the other students, but David and Judith where nowhere in sight.

He was about to go on a hunt for them himself until the Headmaster expressed the danger of the ice and how massive the castle is.

They could be anywhere.

Which didn’t settle Kendrick nerves whatsoever.

But just as abruptly ice appeared, it seemed to have melted away.

“What in the sevens hells...” Kendrick was about to curse to the high heavens on the oddity that seems to going on in this school until he heard,

“Papa!” Turning around quick, he saw his little girl jogging up to him with David, a Hufflepuff witch, and a older Gryffindor wizard. Kendrick was quick to catch his daughter in his arms, hugging her close. He breathed in, taking in her familiar scent.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that ever again, do you understand me,” he demanded as he looked into her eyes. Judith shrunk into herself a little.

“Sorry Papa, but David and I needed to break the curse... it’s about Jamal...” Kendrick frowned at the sound of his estranged son’s name.

“What about him, baby girl?” Judith pulled a broken wand from her pocket. A wand Kendrick recognized.

“Jamal’s wand? Where... where did you find this,” he asked softly.

“In the Ice Vault. Hidden behind one of the stairwells. Papa, I heard him. He’s alive. Trapped.” Kendrick felt his heart ache at the sight of his little girl’s watery eyes.

“Papa, I can help bring him back-”

“No, baby girl. I can’t let you-”

“Why not?! Don’t you want your son back? Papa, it’s been 4 years! We can have Jamal back...” Judith sniffled, her Barbadian accent coming out much thicker. Kendrick remained silent for a few moments before sighing.

“Uh... Kendrick?” The elder turned to the young Willows boy.

“We both have a stake in this. If Jamal can be found, my brother can’t be too far away. She wouldn’t walk this path alone. We have each other... and our friends,” he said, gesturing towards the witch and wizard.

“H-Hi, Mr. Harris. I’m Penny Haywood,” the Hufflepuff witch introduced.

“And I’m William Weasley. But I normally go by Bill,” The redheaded wizard added.

Kendrick frowned.

“Dear Gods, you two shivering. All of you, Hospital Wing. Now.”

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In the midst of taking care of the four kids alongside Madam Pomfrey, Kendrick pondered over his daughters words.

It was a shock to learn that his firstborn was alive. After he disappeared shortly after Judith’s 9th birthday, things haven’t been the same. Even though he doesn’t show it, he silently worried about his son’s whereabouts.

Silently prayed that he was alive somewhere, and not dead in a ditch somewhere.

But those prayers went unanswered for many years.

Until now.

“Don’t you want your son back?”

Of course he did. He would love to have both his children with him. Seeing his little girl’s tears reopened the wound from when Jamal disappeared so many years ago.

He made his decision.

“Baby girl?” Judith turned at the sound of her nickname. She watched her father’s face twist into odd mix of anxious and resolve.

“If you give you permission to pursue to Cursed Vaults with David, can you promise me that you would do your upmost best to be careful?” Pale gold eyes lit up as the young girl nodded.

“Of course, Papa!” Kendrick lowered himself until he was on eye level with his daughter.

“I’m serious, Judith. Promise me, you’ll be safe.” Judith sobered up a bit, seeing the naked fear in his eyes.

Judith wrapped her arms around her dad’s strong shoulders, squeezing him tight.

“I promise I’ll be careful, Papa. I’ll come back to you. Always...” Kendrick collapsed against her, burying his face in her locs.

He couldn’t handle another loss if something were to happen to her.

“I love you, Papa,” Judith whispered softly, nuzzling her father. Kendrick placed a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I love you too, my little princess...”

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gabrealness · 3 months

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Warum wir eine Work-Family-Balance brauchen. Zu Gast im "Unboxing New Work" Podcast

Was hat New Work mit Familienfreundlichkeit zu tun? Das habe ich mit David Hillmer in seinem Podcast besprochen. Ich teile im Interview … – wie eine neue Work-Family-Balance aussehen kann– warum ich als Daddyblogger fast ein Mikro-Influencer war– wie Unternehmen auch im Employer Branding von einer Familienfreundlichkeit profitieren Als Vater von drei Töchtern liegt mir das Thema sehr am…

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#Daddymodus #david hillmer #employer branding #Familie #Familienfreundlichkeit #gabriel rath #New Work #podcast #vereinbarkeit

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fazedlight · 8 months

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A lot of times when actors play another actor's character, the original actor will walk through it first.

Jesse Rath probably played the above scene of Brainy-pretending-to-be-Ben-Lockwood first. Then Sam Witwer (Lockwood) would've repeated the scene, copying Jesse Rath's mannerisms (his hands, his tone of voice) for the take the audience sees.

Which means in the below scene, Melissa Benoist's part was probably first run through with David Harewood (J'onn) instead...

And I desperately want to see that cut.

#can you tell I learned how to make gifs recently #because I'm having far too much fun with this #supercorp #mel stuff #fazedlightgif #sg musings

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The provincial government has announced plans to create a $500-million fund that will enable non-profits to buy older rental buildings in B.C., rather than allowing those buildings to be sold to developers.

The announcement Thursday was billed as a move to help protect tenants from rising rents across the province.

"We're taking action to protect renters who found an affordable place to live, but are worried their building will be bought out from underneath them," read a statement from Premier David Eby.

The Rental Protection Fund will give non-profit housing organizations one-time grants so they can buy affordable rental buildings. The non-profit could then "work with tenants to make improvements or expand to house more people, and at the same time protect affordable housing." [...]

The province said the fund will be operational "in the coming months" and financed by March 31.

Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#cdnpoli #Affordable Housing #Rental Protection Fund #British Columbia

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world-of-wales · 1 year

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─ •✧ WILLIAM'S YEAR IN REVIEW : MARCH ✧• ─

1 March - William and Catherine carried out engagements in Wales to mark St. David's Day. They started their day out by visiting Pant Farm in Llanvetherine before being received by Her Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Gwent (Brigadier Robert Aitken). They later visited Abergavenny Market and Hwb Torfaen in Blaenavon. Subsequently William and Catherine planted a tree for The Queen's Green Canopy at Blaenavon World Heritage Centre.

2 March - William held a Meeting for the Earthshot Prize.

8 March - He received Mr. Alastair Martin (Secretary of the Duchy of Cornwall).

9 March - William and Catherine received the Lord Hague of Richmond (Chairman). Later in the afternoon they visited the Ukrainian Cultural Centre in London where they were recieved by the Ambassador of Ukraine (His Excellency Mr. Vadym Prystaiko).

11 March - William received received the High Commissioners of Belize, Jamaica and the Commonwealth of the Bahamas (Her Excellency Mrs. Therese Rath, His Excellency Mr. Seth George Ramocan, His Excellency Mr. Ellison Greenslade) at Kensington Palace.

14 March - William and Catherine attended the Commonwealth Service at Westminster Abbey. William later appeared in a video segment during the BAFTA Film Awards.

16 March - William attended a Trustees' Meeting for the Royal Foundation via video link.

17 March - William and Catherine attended the 1st Battalion Irish Guards' St. Patrick's Day Parade in Aldershot.

19 March - William and Catherine kicked off their Platinum Jubilee Tour of the Caribbean as they arrived at the Philip S.W. Goldson International Airport in Belize where they were recieved by the Governor-General of Belize (Her Excellency Ms. Froyla Tzalam). They later met the Hon. Juan Antonio Briceño (Prime Minister of Belize) and Mrs. Rossana Briceño at the Laing Building in Belize City.

20 March - The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge visited Che'il Mayan Chocolate Factory in Stann Creek. They later attended a festival of Garifuna culture and met marine conservation experts in Hopkins. William and Catherine also spent time diving at South Water Caye above the Belize Barrier Reef.

21 March - They visited Caracol Natural Monument Reservation and attended a training session of the British Army Training Support Unit Belize (BATSUB) in the Chiquibul Forest. Afterwards William held an Investiture at the San Ignacio Hotel. The Duke and Duchess attended a Reception to mark The Queen's Platinum Jubilee at Cahal Pech ruins where they were received by the Governor-General of Belize (Her Excellency Ms. Froyla Tzalam).

22 March - William and Catherine released photographs and videos of them scuba diving over the Belize Barrier Reef before departing Belize. They arrived in Jamaica for the next leg of their tour and were received by the British High Commissioner to Jamaica (Her Excellency Ms. Judith Slater) and Senator the Hon. Kamina Johnson Smith (Representative of the Prime Minister of Jamaica) at Kingston Norman Manley International Airport upon arrival. Afterwards they met Governor-General of Jamaica and Lady Allen at King's House and attended a Sports and Cultural Event at Trench Town Culture Yard.

23 March - The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge met the Hon. Andrew Holness MP (Prime Minister of Jamaica) at 1 Devon Road, Kingston. Afterwards they visited Shortwood Teachers' College and Spanish Town Hospital. Subsequently, Willliam and Catherine visited the Caribbean Military Technical Training Institute before attending a Reception Dinner to mark the Platinum Jubilee hosted by the Governor-General of Jamaica (the Most Hon. Sir Patrick Allen) at King's House.

24 March - William and Catherine attended the Commissioning Parade for the inaugural Initial Officer Training Programme at the Caribbean Military Academy before departing Norman Manley International Airport for the Bahamas where upon arrival at Lynden Pindling International Airport in Belize City they were recieved by the Governor-General of the Commonwealth of the Bahamas (Sir Cornelius Smith). Afterwards The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge met the Rt. Hon. Philip Davis, MP (Prime Minister of the Commonwealth of the Bahamas) and Mrs. Davis at Sir Cecil Wallace Whitfield Centre in Nassau.

25 March - William and Catherine visited Sybil Strachan School and attended a Celebration for key workers for their work during the pandemic, at the Garden of Remembrance. They subsequently visited Parliament Square and took part in a Platinum Jubilee Sailing Regatta at Montagu Beach in the afternoon. Afterwards they attended a Reception at the Baha Mar Hotel hosted by the Governor-General of the Commonwealth of the Bahamas (Sir Cornelius Smith) to mark The Queen's Platinum Jubilee.

26 March - On their final day while on tour of the Caribbean, William and Catherine visited Daystar Church in Abaco. Afterwards they unveiled a Memorial at Memorial Garden, Abaco to commemorate those who lost their lives in Hurricane Dorian before visiting a beach area in Abaco to meet local stall holders. William and Catherine then visited Grand Bahama Children's Home and Coral Vita (Winners, 2021 Earthshot Prize to Preserve our Oceans) in Grand Bahamas for their final two stops on their tour. In the evening they departed Lynden Pindling International Airport for the United Kingdom in the evening.

27 March - William and Catherine arrived at the Royal Air Force Brize Norton from the Bahamas after wrapping up their Caribbean tour.

29 March - William attended the Service of Thanksgiving for The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh at Westminster Abbey along with Catherine and their eldest children Prince George and Princess Charlotte.

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