The Theory-Rich One

Ever since Albert told Nia he would take her to the Quidditch World Cup this summer, he had noticed that his little sister had become extremely clingy.

Most of the time, she turned into a curious little thing, hovering around him and listening to him talk about the wizarding world.

"You really have it rough. Do you have to write replies to all these letters?"

Wearing the pretty dress she had bought during their last shopping trip to London, Nia sat beside Albert with two freshly made glasses of iced black tea. She set one in front of him, took a sip through her straw, and asked, "Aren't you afraid Shira will collapse from exhaustion with so many letters?"

"I'll take them to the Owl Post Office to send when the time comes." Albert naturally would not have his owl deliver all these letters, or there was no telling when it would finally be done.

"Does the Owl Post Office have a whole flock of owl postmen?" Nia blinked her pretty eyes and stared at Albert's profile.

"Yes, a flock of owl postmen. Around two hundred owls, I think."

Albert sealed the letter, wrote the sender's name and address on the envelope, then set it aside. Picking up the iced black tea Nia had specially made, he took a large gulp. "Not bad."

"Uncle Charlie said this iced black tea has been selling well. He asked me to ask whether you had any more recipes."

"Didn't he get anyone to try developing new drinks?" Albert asked.

"He did, but the response was mediocre."

"Mm." Albert paid it no mind and continued opening letters, reading their contents, and writing replies. Most of them had no real substance; they were simply congratulating him on receiving the Order of Merlin, Third Class.

Still,