"Table, James! Table!"

You were about to knock on the doors to the Potter Manor before you heard Euphemia, your boyfriend's mother yell, the sound quite vibrant as it flew through the open window on the first floor underneath which you stood. You bit onto your bottom lip from the nervousness. You weren't going to lie— your own family is pretty shitty and from James, you have heard only the good things, so what if they don't like you? What if they decide you're just like them?

"Mamá! I'm doing my hair!"

James whined from the bathroom, which was very typical of him. You managed to notice this in your own time, but your boyfriend was quite the whiny person. You knocked again, stress eating you from the inside. What if they hate you? What if you do something wrong? What if they forbid you from seeing James ever again?

"Monty? What happened to your shirt?"

Euphemia's voice was heard again, and Fleamont just mumbled something in what you recognised was Spanish. You knocked for the third time, the cobversation you heard flowing in through the open window managed to soothe your neerves... just a little bit. This time, doors finally swung open and revealed Fleamont, and you nearly threw up from the anxiety this man managed to put you under. You expected James to open!