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"π€π‹πŽπ!" Her uncle's voice hollered from the bottom of the stairs, and she threw off her headphones.

"What, Tito Rico?" She yelled back down. George Harrison's guitar crooned out from the speakers in her headphones. Despite the sunshine and sweet reassurances in the lyrics, she felt irritated. Math refused to cooperate with her, her art teacher had a stick up her butt (as Mei told her), and Harry hadn't responded yet.

She thought she didn't have any expectations from him. She told herself she wouldn't have any expectations from him. Seeing his track record, her friend wouldn't reply to her anytime soon. But she got her hopes up, and it was January. Four months. Four bloody months.

Two weeks in without any letter, she thought he had died at his new school. Now, she was going to kill him herself.

Tito Rico yelled back up again, jarring her from her thoughts. "Stop yelling, and get down here!"

She rolled her eyes. He was the one who yelled at her first.

"I know you're rolling your eyes, Alon! Stop with the attitude!"

Groaning, she kicked her bunny fleece slippers on her feet, skidding across the wooden floors and flouncing down the stairs. Slowing down on the twelfth step β€” see, there it was again, the number twelve β€” she slapped the wall that jutted out from the side of the second floor and grinned. Before the school year started, Harry was the same height as her, or almost anyways. She couldn't even reach the top of the picture frames without tiptoeing. Now, she could smack her palm in the same spot without straining herself.

Tito Alan gave her a look from the bottom of the stairs, broom and dustpan moved to one hand. "Are you hitting the wall again?"

She hid her hand behind her back and scurried down the rest of the stairs "No?"

He sighed, flicking her on the forehead with his free hand. "Ay naku. You're going to dirty the walls again. Ipapalinis ko sayoβ€”"

"Sorry, Tito Alan, Tito Rico was calling me earlier." She ducked under his hand, rushing to the living room. But she couldn't resist a final comment. "It's not even that dirty!"

Alon grinned, running over to her Tito Rico, who was sitting in his chair in front of the fireplace. Even with this being her third winter with her uncles, she was still fascinated by the fireplace. She and her mom didn't need it in their old house. Her mom used to even complain about the heat, often asking for Yasi to buy her some cold taho from the man in the middle of the marketplace whenever they went to buy food for the week.

But here, in Britain, they needed to make it hotter because it was so cold.

"Hi, Tito Rico." She knelt on the carpet in front of her uncle, resting her chin on the seat's armrest. "What did you need me for?"

He looked over at her, then he ruffled her hair. "No reason. Just wanted to see you."

"What?" She stood up, frowning. "I need to do my homework pa. You know ang hirap ngβ€”"

He interrupted her. "Speak in English. You know you need to speak English so your Tito Alan can practice as well."

"But he's not here right now." Her frown deepened, and she clenched her hands. "And you understand me anyway. Why can't Iβ€”"

"English, Alon." He said, and that was that. She hid her fists behind her back and grit her teeth.

She never got why he called her Alon instead of Yasi like everyone called her, or Hyacinth, like her mom did, or when Tito Alan was mad at her. He never explained it to her, even when she asked, always changing the subject, or redirecting her attention to someone else. At this point, she stopped asking.

"Fine." She huffed, and she turned to leave, but he called out to her to come back. "What?"

"Why can't you do your homework here, or on the dining table?" He gestured towards the empty dining table past the couch with the stack of letters in his hand. "It's free to use."

She looked back at him, stopping in her tracks. "I like to study in my own room. Can I not study in my own room?"

"Study outside." His tone left nothing for discussion. She sighed, slouching her shoulders as she made her way up the stairs again to get her math notebook and her textbook which she brought upstairs.

"Sige po, Tito Rico."

"English."

"Yes, Tito Rico." She ran up the stairs before he could point out anything else.

When she got her things downstairs and on the table, she slipped her headphones on, but they were tugged back the moment her hands left them. She craned her neck to see Tito Alan looking at her.

"No listening to music while studying. Hindi kaβ€”"

"English, Al." Tito Rico's voice called up from the living room.

"Gago, kung gusto ko magsalita ng Tagalog, magsasalita akong Tagalog." Tito Alan muttered under his breath. She giggled, putting her hands to her mouth in mocking appall.

"That's a bad word. What would you do if I started saying bad words too?"

He stared her down. "You aren't allowed to swear."

"Yes, Tito Alan." She looked down at her homework again. While Tito Rico was scary, Tito Alan was the one she was the most afraid of. When he got mad, he got mad.

His eyes softened. She watched as he went back to the kitchen, grabbing something from the fridge and chucking it in the microwave. When it was finished, he took it out with his bare hands, and the smell of coconut and condensada wafted through the room.

Her eyes widened as he slid her a plateful of coconut macaroons. "Really? I can eat them all?"

"All?" He looked scandalized. "You can finish all of them?"

"Tito Alan, it's me. I can finish all of that."

He shrugged, but she could see the tiny smile growing on his lips. "Ok then, just drink lots of water and study well."

She grinned, unwrapping one of the buttery delights. "Thanks, Tito Alan."

She was about to pick up the pen again, but she stopped when Tito Rico called her again from the living room. "Alon, come over here again please."

For the second time, she made her way into the living room, munching another coconut macaroon.

"Yes, Tito Rico?" He gestured for her to come closer, and she did, handing him a coconut macaroon. He smiled at her and took a bite. "What did you need from me?"

"There's a letter for you here." He held up a musty envelope. She snatched it from his hands, tearing it open.

It couldn't be. It couldn't.

But there it was. At the bottom right-hand corner. Harry Potter.

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β‡’ ˗ˏˋ KATH SPEAKS ! ࿐ྂ - Is it just me, or is my writing going downhill?

But anyway, here's the new chapter. Just finished it and everything, so I'm going to start writing the next chapter soon. I've got a whole outline for this, all the way up to Chamber of Secrets (at least, with some blank chapters along the way). The story is fully plotted until the end of Harry's first year, and a little more than that.

QOTW: Should I leave whatever they say in Tagalog (FIlipino) inΒ Filipino, or do you want me to write a translation for you guys either in the comments or in my author notes?

(edit: 22.05.27) translations are here!

Tito - uncle

Ay naku - An expression in Filipino that is similar to "My gosh". Derived from the Filipino phrase "Ina ko" meaning "My mother"

Ipapalinis ko sayo (omitted: yun) - I'll make you clean (that)

Taho - A tofu based dessert topped with sago (small bubble pearls) and a sweet sticky syrup commonly sold on the streets of the Philippines.

pa - yet

ang hirap ng (omitted: ingles) - (English) is so hard

Sige po - sige, meaning "fine" and po being a particle indicating politeness

Hindi ka - You aren't

Gago, kung gusto ko magsalita ng Tagalog, magsasalita akong Tagalog. - Idiot (Gago is considered a swear word in Tagalog), if I want to speak in Tagalog, I'm going to speak in Tagalog.

Condensada - condensed milk

How did you like seeing Yasi again? I couldn't stay away from my baby for long. Guess what song she's listening to? And while Tito Rico is a little bit of a douche, he's supposed to play the bad cop between the two uncles, so you can see why he looks like a bad guy.

As always, tell me what you think. Comment, vote, add it to your libraries, and share it with your friends!


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