Hogwarts is out with Easter vacation and I'm currently at the Weasley's house, spending it. It's the last vacation we get before exams, so why not? Also, if you ask me whether or not I'll spend the entirety of my vacation here, the answer would be no. Even if Mrs. Weasley and the others treat me like family, which feels very heartwarming if I'm honest, there's still something called 'overstaying your welcome'. I'd rather not intrude more than I should, basic manners.

The Weasleys have seen some changes. Bill's not home, he's been working as a curse-breaker for Gringotts Bank as I might've mentioned before, and is now in Egypt. Charlie is just studying for his Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests or N.E.W.Ts(don't ask). It seems like he'll go the dragon tamer route by his apparent attraction to Dragonology. If there is a route like that in this world. Percy is still the uptight prick he's always been. Ron's grown up a bit. He's a boy now. However, he still retained one of his traits from when he was a baby. His whiny nature still hasn't changed. When he was a baby at least was understandable, but now... a very good way to address him is 'pansy'. But that's just my opinion. The one I really feel sorry for is Ginny. She's in a household where except for her mother everyone's a male. Still, she somehow seems sane. Well-mannered even. She isn't spoiled or annoying, though I doubt whether or not the Weasley can spoil her.

Jesus, if you give me a sister as good-natured as Ginny, I'll let you take the wheel.

Well, my mother is at the later stages of her pregnancy and it's already confirmed to be a girl. My father and I were ecstatic. Although my mother grumbled a bit about it not being a boy, she was happy nonetheless.

Jesus, you gave me a sister, now all you have to do is make her good-natured and adorable. You're so close to taking the wheel!

We also had a debate about her name. And damn, was it a fierce fight. My father wrote down 'Celeste'. We both looked at him with a look that said what-is-with-you-and-space-themed-names.

My mother wrote down 'Minerva'. I immediately vetoed that.

"Why are you naming her 'Minerva'? We already have one at Hogwarts!"

"Huh, wait really?"

"What did you think professor McGonagall's first name was?"

"O-Oh..."

"Vetoed.", I scratch out the name from the paper.

"Aww...", she gave me a sad look like she lost her dog.

I wanted to write down「Pandragora」but even if it was actually an honor to get named「Pandragora」they'd immediately shoot it down because it'd sound a lot like Mandragora, those annoying, screaming plants. So, instead, I went with 'Faye'.

"What does 'Faye' mean?", my mother asked.

I certainly can't say that that was the name of the witch who historically created ice magic.

"Oh uh... Faye means... fairy."

My mother threw me a suspicious look, "Really?"

"Y-Yeah, it means fairy in Middle English. Stop asking and look it up."

My mother stared at me for a bit, then looked away saying, "Since you said so, I won't ask anymore." Then she threw my father a sad look, "Look honey, our son is so cruel, telling his pregnant mother to go search for things."

"W-Wha?" looking at my confused expression my mother chuckles and my father smiles.

I sigh and give up, "I can never win with you."

"Of course not, I'm your mother."

Later, more names were added and scratched out. My father's obsession with space-themed names ended up giving us 'Luna', 'Andromeda', 'Astrid', and the like.

My mother gave us 'Bertha', 'Dorothy', 'Joanne' and old-sounding names like that.

I contributed names like 'Hemera', 'Eve', 'Valentina' etc.

We looked over at the list and started arguing.

"Father, what the hell? Even I like space, but I don't go as far as to name my daughter 'moon'. You've named me after both sun and its god, isn't that enough?"

My father frowns.

"Of course not, have I ever said that I hated my name? I like it but that doesn't mean we'll like it further."

My father's expression relaxed at the first-half but hardened when he heard the next.

"I agree with Sol. Tom, I don't want a space-themed name for my daughter as well."

Hearing my mother's words, my father looked like he had lost all hope in life and just slumped down his chair.

"Mom, I swear as long as I'm alive, I'll never let my sister be called 'Bertha'."

"Why? 'Bertha' is a pretty name and I wrote it down because she'll be like me, a Ravenclaw."

"Do you seriously think my sister is going to look like a 'Bertha'?" I slap my hand on the table, "I refuse to let my sister have the same name as the fat librarian I see at the city library."

"Sol Balor, that is incredibly offensive and rude. I didn't teach you this."

"Sometimes the truth is the most offensive. No discussion, 'Bertha' is vetoed.", my father nods in agreement.

Seeing as she was losing, my mother pouted.

"Dorothy goes to."

"W-Why that too?"

"Same reason, makes her sound too old." I point out, "And doesn't Zack from next door have a grandma named Dorothy as well?"

"These names were perfect for girls, your grandmother would agree too, Sol.", it seemed my mother was going to call for backup.

"Time's are changing, mom. Names too. 'Dorothy' goes.", my mother starts to look helpless as more and more of her nominations are getting scratched off.

"I'm vetoing Hemera and Valentina.", my mother has started her retaliation.

'Why? What's wrong with them?"

"Why are you naming her 'Hemera'? We already have a son named after the Roman god of the sun, we don't need a daughter named after the Greek goddess of the same."

"F-Fine, that makes sense.", I reluctantly give up. "What about 'Valentina'? There's nothing wrong with that."

"That sounds a bit South American for my tastes.", my father nods his head in agreement. "We're English, not Latin."

"What?! You're vetoing 'Valentina' for such a shallow reason. I'm disappointed, mother.", I say as one would say to their sons.

"Why only me?! Your father's saying the same as well."

"Father doesn't really care. He got his names scratched off so he's just sabotaging us."

My father stood up and tried to attract our attention but we both yell, "You stay out of this." My father helplessly sat down again.

My mother finally declares, "Like I was saying, 'Valentina' is vetoed."

"F-Fine.", I grind my teeth as I relent.

Our debate lasted for hours. Finally, only three names remained: 'Faye', 'Astrid' and 'Joanne'. It seems fairly obvious which name was written down by whom. We were hellbent on giving the baby our chosen names. So, at last, we decide to choose the name from a good old-fashioned bout of rock-paper-scissors.

Of course, I suggested it. And since I suggested it, naturally it meant that I had my ways of winning.

Before the game started, I quickly excused myself to the washroom. I headed upstairs to my room and got a bottle of Adrenalode. I quickly chug it down and soon after I feel the effects starting. I walk downstairs feeling that everything was really slow. I come into the living room where my parents were. My mother stares at me with suspicion but couldn't find anything wrong.

Thank God, she didn't see the potion's side effect.

We start the game, "Rock paper SCISSORS!" We swing our hands but everything was moving really gradually for me. I also move my hand maintaining a slow pace. I see my father, opening all of his fingers for paper and my mother opening her middle and index fingers for scissors. I quickly copy my mother in the hopes of eliminating father. My gamble paid off and father was eliminated.

There go his space-themed names.

Only, I and my mother are left. This is the decisive round. I swing my hands for all the marbles, "Rock paper SCISSOR!"

We swing our hands and I see my mother going for rock this time. I open all my fingers at the last second for paper.

And huzzah! I have defeated my mother.

"No... Damnit!", my mother grumbles.

Finally, the hour-long battle ends with my victory. My baby sister's name will be Faye. But, huh? What's this depressing feeling? Oh right...

What a waste of Adrenalode...