Charlie Weasley could not believe this town- Right here, in the middle of everything, magic was free in the streets. It seemed so foreign to him, and it seemed obvious to his companion, who gave his arm a squeeze and smiled. "I promise, it is just the French Quarter that is this liberal, not the whole country." She laughed. "Actually, some of the laws in America are even more backward than home."

"Honestly, Evangeline, I think it is just culture shock from Romania. Now THAT is a country with a magical taboo. It's all so hush hush." He replied with a small, nervous chuckle.

"In New Orleans, even the muggles are witches. Except here they call them 'No Mag'. It may very well be the only place on earth that people can live so freely. The Cajun people believe in voodoo, hoodoo, magics of all sorts- and they are all for sale." She smiled. "Its defiantly very, very unique- and a huge contrast from home. But I love it."

The couple, still arm in arm, strolled down the street- Charlie very, very entertained with the architecture of the city. The gates, the multicolored buildings. There were people selling charms and potions on every corner, signs advertising fortunes told and palms read. Spells for sale for love or money. It amazed him- there was an obvious blend in the population too- people freely had wands out preforming small acts of levitation or puppet magic.

"This still feels... unnatural." He commented. "You were born here?" He ask, pointing to what looked like a large plantation home, over to the side of the busy street.

"I was. Only stayed for the week, though. Then off to England." She nodded.

"Being here explains so much of your unique accent." He said, and she stopped, but Charlie just grinned. "Which I love! Such a good blend of the King's and... Creole?" He kissed her gently. "It suits you."

"Wait until you try the food we have here- Auntie Bernice has her shop right ahead." She moved her hand down his arm and took his own. Charlie smiled. He liked this. He liked being able to walk down the street hand in hand.

"And we're sure she won't make me a voodoo zombie?" He joked. Evangeline pouted in mock offense, but her amber colored eyes gleamed with a stifled laugh.

"Push it and see." She replied, guiding him up the brick-paved road to a beautiful southern Gothic cafe. It was like something out of a tourism brochure- in fact, it probably had been in a few in it's time. There were bright flowers climbing lattice of the purest white, hanging baskets of more flowering plants were dangling from iron sconces on the columns. Each small round table had a tea set on a lace cloth.

"Okay, this place has no voodoo." He sighed, and looked down at his clothes- a purple button-down shirt and dragon leather vest paired with jeans and boots. "And I am severely under-dressed."

"Nonsense! I prefer you this way. Just like I found you!" She laughed, and some of her dirty-blonde hair fell into her eyes. He brushed it back and kissed her nose as he pulled out a chair.

"I found you, birthday girl." He replied with a smile, remembering the night he met her in the Forbidden Forest the previous year.

"Well!" A loud, thickly accented voice called from behind them. Charlie stiffened, his eyes wide. "Who is this 'ere?"

"Auntie Bernice!" Evangeline grinned. "I told you about Charlie!" she said, then mouthed 'I swear I did'. Charlie turned to face the voice addressing it. He found that 'Auntie Bernice' was a large woman with hair like a raven and eyes to match. She was dressed in a floral sundress not unlike Evangeline's, but with sleeves to her elbows and an apron over it, spotted with what appeared to be some sort of gravy.

"The British Dragon tamer, oui ou non?" She held her arms open. Charlie stood from his place opposite Evangeline and gave the woman a friendly hug, but she pulled him into a python-worthy grip, then gripped at his upper arms.

"Tante!" Evangeline scolded as her aunt let out a whistle at Charlie's muscular build. "I'm sorry. She knows no strangers.

"We don't have strangers here in the south, fille. Only friends we haven't fed yet." She said, finally letting Charlie go. She backed up and crossed her arms, clicked her tongue and laughed. "I see why you haven't told your Papa about this one." She winked and Charlies face was nearly beet red.

"Soon, Tante." She waved her hand. "I told you."

"So, boy, we did not know you were coming! Could have had a party!" She scolded.

"Non!" Evangeline scolded. "Tante, not necessary."

"But he must meet Mamie!" She insisted. "And the cousins. Doit!" She replied, reaching a menu out of her apron to the young man before her. "But you, I like. Come all this way just for fille to have a nice birthday." She patted Charlie's cheek. "Good boy."

"Yes, ma'am." Evangeline snorted, annoyed but amused. "And no menu- Andoullie with potatoes, then beignets- and sweet tea. Extra ice.!" She said, grinning. Charlie smiled, too but looked a little unsure.

"Is there- at all- reptile in anything you just said?" He ask quietly. Evangeline laughed so hard she snorted several times, and had to wipe a tear.

"No!" She said, still fighting her laughter. "No-But she does serve it, if you'd like. I prefer alligator deep fried and dipped in buffalo sauce. Its very good- tender, white meat. But then there are frog legs too." She kissed her fingers as if to indicate how delicious the meal was.

"What?" He asked, baffled.

"Charlie? Seriously?" She laughed freely again. "You have seen me eat raw chunks of meat, and this is where you get concerned?"

"Lots of people eat beef, darling. Lots of people." He shuddered. "Meat that starts off green should NEVER be consumed. That is just wrong." He shuttered.

"You sound like Dad." She retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Lizards, 'Geline. Thats just..." He gave another, over-exaggerated shutter. "He's a smart man."

"He also eats raw meat." She reminded him.

"Beef!" He added, making her laugh again. He watched the girl before him as a waitress came from the kitchen with a tray, sitting two clear crystal glasses of tea with clinking ice cubes, two plates of what looked to him like bangers cut in bite sized pieces with peppers, onions, and roast potatoes, then a platter of small buns covered in powdered sugar. She smiled and gently lay her napkin on her lap.

"What?" She ask, noticing he was watching her.

"You're beautiful." He said simply. She grinned.

"You need to eat, or Bernice will be offended. She takes it highly personally, you realize." She nodded to the food. And the sausages are made with chicken and pork. No lizard, promise."

"Er... 'Geline?" He ventured. "We need to talk about how we're going to tell them, you know?" He said, his tone more serious. Evangeline sighed.

"I know." She looked distressed.

"Are you afraid? You're of age now, you know. You can even apparate." He stated as if she might have forgotten.

"Yeah..." She sighed.

"Are you scared of telling your father? Because I'm pretty sure he'll-"

"It's your mum, Charlie." She blurted, her eyes moving to the table rather than meeting his.

"Mum?" He questioned. "I don't know why she'd be an issue. She's been nagging me to find someone for years, really."

"A nice human, I'm sure." She said quietly.

"Evangeline." He protested. "You are human! What are you even on about?"

Evangeline sighed sadly. "First off, being a lycan is not a human condition. It may not make me a werewolf, but I am not human... You know this." She paused, thinking, "And it's just that one day Sirius was volunteered to cut meat up for one of her stews, you know, anyone in the kitchen gets a job. Anyway. He set a small bowl of the beef tips to the side in a bowl and swirled some minced garlic in. He then handed it to me when I came in. I didn't think anything about it and popped a couple in my mouth. She gagged, and panicked. I don't think she meant anything by it, and I know dad or Sirius one has told her I get anemic near the full moon- but she just looked so disgusted. " She continued to look down, but Charlie started to laugh, which caused her eyes snap up and meet his.

"Really?" He asked, reaching across the table and taking her hand. "No! My mother, despite her many children and ability to deal with slime and vomit, has a severely weak stomach."

"Are you sure?" She questioned, still a bit upset.

"Totally." He replied, running his thumb against her knuckles in comfort. "Why didn't you tell me about that earlier?"

"It was only a week or so ago- Right before I left for here." She replied. "I just haven't gotten around to it."

"So we're agreed." Charlie said, letting go and grabbing his fork, stabbing a sausage and potato onto his fork.

"When I get home, yeah. You come 'round and we can tell them." She smiled as he took a bite and his eyes grew wide in surprise. He gagged slightly, then coughed.

"This is spicy!" He choked, then grabbed the glass of tea, moving the lemon from the edge and swigging the liquid inside. His face faded to relief, then a pleasured grin. "Cold tea. I like the cold tea."

"Is it too hot?" she ask, concerned. She didn't want to admit it to either set, but she preferred the food her American family made to the English. The spices added so much. Charlie shook his head.

"No, I just... I was not expecting it." He confessed.

"Most things are spicy here. Or deep fried. Or sweetened." She reminded him.

"I'll remember that." He nodded. "But yes, I'll give you, let's say a week? To settle back into dear old Grimmauld. Then we can break it to them."

"It's about a week off from the next full moon when I'm scheduled to go home. You really want to look Remus Lupin in the eye and tell him you've been seeing his teenage daughter in secret for nearly a year that close?" She said, her head tilted, waiting his reply. Charlie, however, never faltered.

"I'm not afraid of Remus, my love. Sirius, yes. But not your father." He laughed. "Sirius is already wanted for murder- adding one more won't hurt him a bit."

"That is fair." She laughed. "He's a bit of a nutter."

"It'll be okay, Evangeline. I promise it will." He mumbled, shoveling another bite in. "They're our families, they will either be happy, or they will come to be."

"If you're sure..." she paused. He nodded, running his last potato through the grease and spices on the plate before popping it into his mouth. The glass of tea refilled itself as he sat it down from draining it.

"I am sure. Now- Tell me what these are?" He ask, picking up a beignet.

Starting a new story, but YES, I will be updating my old ones. Be sure to review! Thanks for reading!