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A Trixie trademark cuddle was exactly what Oliver was about to be given as she stood up, straightened out her dress and headed over into his arms. Oliver was still as tall and willowy as he had ever been. It honestly baffled the blonde how he had been so good at Quidditch with his body type but then again she didn’t exactly look like your typical Beater and Oliver knew first hand how talented she was with that Beaters bat. “You know you are always welcome at our house for dinner whenever you want to.” Despite four of her children having moved out, Trixie was so used to cooking for a large family that she often produced leftovers for days. Freddie might have been extremely tall but he certainly didn’t have the appetite of four people.
What she would ensure should Oliver decide to come over for dinner was that he would eat his vegetables. There might have been some personality traits that had matured out of the former Slytherin but she simply couldn’t help the disapproving look on her face as she spotted the calorie laden plate of Nachos. “You need to be careful now that you’re retired. Keep on eating like that and they’ll be using you as the Quaffle.” Or perhaps even worse considering who she was talking to. “Or maybe it’ll mean a trip to your favourite place, St Mungos.” The clinic that Trixie had set up and directed over the past thirty years had been inspired solely by Oliver’s fear of anything medical. She had passed the day-to-day responsibility of Kneazle Manor over to others now that she had decided to take a step back for herself and educate the next generation instead.
Or at least she was supposed to be taking it easy but everyone knew that Trixie was a chronic overworker even in her Hogwarts days. When she wasn’t lecturing or marking, she could often be found in her office making herself available to her students should they need her. Slowing down was just something she was unable to do.
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