Tim walked into the magical menagerie with her dad trailing just behind her. She felt like he tagged along only to make sure she didn't pick a dangerous creature to bring to school. Or home. She was interested in a cute looking ferret in front of her. Grinning, she played with him a little before moving along the aisle.

"Pick a pet that's school appropriate," Jon said, but tim just waved him off. That's when she noticed a kneazle, looking at it closely.

The creature hissed at her causing Tim to frown. "Hissss right back at you, Mr. Kneazle, sir!"

Tim couldn't take her eyes off the sight in front of her. Carefully, she stared at the dragon she once named Toothless when she was nine. Bless her dad for bringing her back to see how much he'd grown in the past few years. His eyes stared back at the blonde; not breaking their contact. He sniffed at Tim, but the girl didn't seem scared. She carefully stuck her hand out to him and smiled, hoping he had remembered her. Huffing, the Chinese Fireball bowed his head.

"Long time no see, boy," Grinning, she set her hand on his nose.

Sitting on a large boulder by the lake, Tim looked around and spotted her friend, Dante. Were they actually friends? They didn't talk or hang out often. And the conversations were never too interesting for her to continue them.He was doing his usual of candy selling to younger kids at an overpriced tag. Hopping off the boulder, she walked over to the boy and asked for some chocolate frogs.

"Twenty sickles," He said, receiving a weird look from her.

"FOR TWO CHOCOLATE FROGS?" She yelled at him. Instead, she slapped Dante on the cheek and ran off with her treats.

The twins had opened their usual Christmas gift of matching pajamas from their grandparents. Changing into it the next morning, Tim sat with Ollie by the fireplace and watched their younger siblings rip open their gifts.

"Do you think we'd keep the tradition of the pajamas going once grandma and grandpa's divorce finalizes?" Ollie asked her while sipping his hot cocoa. Tim gave him a shrugged and looked at her toes.

"Maybe we'd give them better pajamas next year," She said, smiling at the twins' toys being scattered already. "Merry Christmas, Ollie,"

Smiling, Ollie kissed her head. "Merry Christmas, Tim,"

Sleeping comfortably in her bed, Tim snored lightly. But there was a nagging voice in it that made her wake up. Groaning to herself, she got out of bed and slipped on her shoes. Hurrying down the stairs, she jumped almost two at a time. There was a bad feeling in the back of her head, telling her to hurry up. Dashing into the potions lab, Tim sniffed a burning smell and ran to her station. It was lit and her cauldron was sitting up top of the flame. Horrified, she quickly yanked it away and shut the fire off.

Flipping through her arithmancy textbook, Tim looked over at Conrad's homework and realized he had some answers wrong. But did she want to tell him they were wrong or just let it be? For now, she just stood quiet and continued scanning her book. She was glad that next year she would be able to drop this class and not worry about it anymore. Glancing at his parchment again, the blonde grabbed her pencil and corrected some of her boyfriend's answers.

"You're doing some of the work wrong," She smiled, scribbling some methods to help him get the proper answers.

Tim sat on the moving staircases with Ziva Bambi, just listening to the portraits talk to each other and gossip. They giggled about some stories but listened very attentively to them. Tim was more interested in the stories the portraits said to each other about their past lives. She began to wonder if they were actual people once, or just painted onto canvases for decoration and enchanted. No one had ever really explained it to her; so the blonde made wild guesses in her head. She snapped back to reality when one spoke about her snogging Conrad in a broom closet. Oops.

A twenty-nine year old Timila sat at her desk, while carefully cleaning the feathers of an occamy late that night. Her blonde hair was shorter these days and usually tied up. After all the headaches she gave herself on trying to figure out what to do after Hogwarts, she finally settled into something.

"You're all set. Lets put you back inside for some rest," She smiled at the creature in her arms and walked back to the crates with him. Setting him in and locking the door, she shut the lights and picked up her daughter to head back home.

The seventh year blonde was sitting in the library again. This time, she was thoroughly studying her care of magical creatures textbook. NEWTs were coming up soon enough and Tim hadn't felt prepared for it yet. Even if she had studied the book about three times already just to make sure. Yet, Tim was still somehow taking new notes each time she read through the book. How was that even possible?

"I'm gonna be here forever, Caty," She mumbled to her cactus, which had to be dropped off at the greenhouses after this study session. Being a teenager was hard.

While packing some things to take to university with her, Tim found an old book. It was already tearing at the seam and maybe some pages were missing. Giving it a weird look, the 19 year old mended it back together with a charm and flipped through its pages. Suddenly, she realized it was 'Hogwarts, A History'. Knowing perfectly well she wasn't going to use this book ever again, Tim set it in a separate pile. She couldn't exactly sell or donate it; not with missing pages. She called over her sister and gave the book to her instead. Bye.