Sally Jackson was someone who always saw the best in life, tackling it with a smile on her face.

No matter what happened, she could always be seen smiling, putting everyone else at ease. She saw it as her job. To brighten the people around her, even in the darkest of times.

She always put others before herself. Ensuring their wellbeing was her priority.

She never asked for anything in return. She simply did it because it was the right thing to do. Never expecting anything back.

Never wanting.

Even now, as Percy looked at her, any nerves he had just washed away, the second she stepped back into the room.

The only downside to Sally's efforts, is that Percy wasn't able to tell whether or not she was bringing good news, or bad news.

This time, however, it was time for Sally's eyes to twinkle, "It went well, she said I could go. Didn't want me to at first, but once I explained about how you got into a school abroad, she was more than happy to let me quit. She also wished you good luck, by the way."

Percy had never been more relieved to hear that his mom was out of a job. It meant that they wouldn't ever have to be around Gabe again, and for Percy, that fact was better than if he won the lottery.

"So it will take us quite a while to pack everything up, though we do have an incentive to get it done quickly, mind. So you're more than welcome to stay here while we do so, but I would suggest doing something else for the time being, it could get quite boring." suggested Sally, informing Dumbledore that they are both actually coming, and trying to give an alternative to waiting around in boredom.

Dumbledore's undying glimmer lacing his eyes shone a little brighter.

"I dare say that you'll find me more useful here than elsewhere." He articulated cryptically, letting slip, however purposefully, that he fully intended to stay here and provide the Jackson's with help.

"What are you going to do?" Curiosity lacing through the raven haired boys words.

"You just gather all of your belongings into this room, and I'll do the rest. That goes for both of you. And don't worry about the paper work right now, we'll sort it out once we get there, I can tell you're anxious to leave." His old face was originally smiling at Percy, before moving to look at his mother with the last sentence.

Sally, quickly figuring out the old man had something up his sleeve, jumped up, her aged brown hair flying behind her she was that quick.

She quickly tapped Percy's arm, who was still lost in thought. He had a rough idea of what Dumbledore meant.

She leaned down, and said in his ear, "The quicker we are, the quicker we'll be away from him, so let's get to it."

And with that, they both went their separate ways, gathering everything that they owned, and wanted to keep, and taking it into the living room.

For Percy this took some time. While he didn't have too many belongings, Gabe had made sure of that, he still found himself getting distracted every so often.

He found himself trying on old clothes, to see whether or not they still fit. This took up a lot of his time.

After sifting through his worn clothes, he managed to find all that still fit, and all that didn't. So things started to speed up for him, for a bit.

After taking all his clothes to Dumbledore, and laying them in front of him, he decided to check his bookshelf.

Normally he never looks towards here, as this was where the books lay. He didn't have anything against books per se, and was well aware that if he didn't have dyslexia, he would like to read more, but it still brought up painful memories of a bygone era of bullying.

He forced himself to move past the echoing taunts that reverberated around his mind, and he headed over. He saw about 15 books in all. A few text books, a dictionary, and a couple instruction manuals that were stacked neatly (well neatly for Percy). Nothing of interest.

After confirming that none of the books caught his interest, he decided to check out some of the ornaments he has cluttered on the shelves.

Seeing a few trinkets he made for his mom in school, he quickly grabbed them, not even questioning whether to bring them or not, and set them on his now sheet-less bed.

Not seeing anything else of value, he headed to the last place he's checked. Well first, technically, but also the last.

He headed over to his closet again, disregarding the spare coat hangers that gently swayed into each other with his slight nudge. No, instead he went for the two small shoeboxes tucked into the corner.

There wasn't many things in the first shoebox, which was his own, as he usually didn't like looking in there. He saw it as looking into the past, which he hates to do, and these were the last remnants of his.

Steeling himself, he pulled off the lid, and looked at what's inside. He first took notice of the small leather squared item, housing a few photos of his mom, his dad, and himself, which was laying on the last item of his past.

Taking it out and setting it down next to the figurines, he retrieved the pieces of paper that were not so neatly stacked and more just tossed carelessly in, and were lining the bottom of the box.

Quickly shuffling through them, he saw old school reports and work sheets.

Now, he was never an outstanding pupil, but he used to do well, for a dyslexic and ADHD student. Looking at them, he averaged about a solid B, as opposed to the D- he was at, at the minute.

This was Gabe's work, his home life affected him more than he cared to admit.

That's why he kept them, though. He always said to himself that he'll use these as motivators. Though he never really had an incentive to do well.

He had been too ashamed at how he let Gabe control his life, when he wasn't even intending to. So he locked them away, never to look at them again, but not bearing to toss out the one thing which he felt proved he wasn't stupid.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "You made a promise that you'll try better. Use these. Gabe can't control you anymore." He knew that if it came to the writing, reading, and theory side that he'll still struggle, but didn't mean he couldn't succeed.

Lying them beside the other items, he looked back into the box, to see if he had missed anything, seeing only a few bits of dust and fluff, he moved it aside and looked into the last shoebox.

This shoebox was a lot more beaten than his own. It was his moms, who stashed it here so Gabe wouldn't do anything to it.

Ever the curious one, he looked inside. Not seeing anything of note, just a few bits of her jewellery, a couple pictures from her past (her as a child, at college, and some with my dad), and some letters he didn't want to read, as he felt that would be pushing his moms privacy further than he already had, he packed everything away, and took the shoebox out towards his mom.

She was making conversation with Dumbledore, something about what she used to do for a living, and how she'll find a new job in England.

His presence was noted, as he had to barge the door open, his arms being occupied by his moms shoebox. He gestured towards her, and said "I thought you might want this."

Sally looked down at his arms, and a flash of gratitude passing across her face, "I had completely forgotten where I had stored that, thanks for bringing it to me."

Percy smiled slightly, before extending his arms to her. She took the box and added it to the large pile that had accumulated.

Quiet fell over them, Percy and Sally having a moments reflection at their situation, and Dumbledore respecting their need.

After a couple of minutes, he could tell they were done with their contemplating, so he said, "Do you have everything ready?" his voice was as crisp as his knocking, breaking the silence.

Sally and Percy both turned to each other, nodding, before Percy quickly realised about his pile on his bed.

He gestured for them to wait a minute, accompanying it with a quick, "No", before rushing to his room. He quickly packed everything away in his shoebox, and double checking that he had everything.

He headed back to the others, before adding the load in his arms to the pile that had now amassed in the living room.

A quick glance saw that it consisted of clothes, pictures, jewellery, a tv, a couple handbags, books, shoes, pillows and duvets, and the two shoeboxes.

Percy looked over at the three letters on the table. Pocketing the one from his dad, and Hogwarts, he turned to Dumbledore, Ilvermorny letter in hand, wondering how he declines their offer, and before he could speak, Dumbledore cut him off.

"Don't worry about them, I've already sent them a letter explaining everything." his grandfather voice seeping knowledge through.

Percy, not questioning it, as he assumed it was done magically, looked curiously at Dumbledore, who had pulled something out that he did indeed have up his sleeve.

Before he started the wand waving, he asked a question he probably should have done earlier.

"Where would you like your home to be? We have numerous properties in every city in the U.K., sitting in a Hogwarts trust for such an occasion, and with hardly anybody transferring, they're all free." he said, absentmindedly.

Sally thought hard about this. She didn't want to go to London, as she wanted to be a little different. London is like the glamour city, where everyone wants to go, so of course she didn't. She didn't want to be like everyone else. She wanted to be different. She wanted to rebel.

But the only other places she had heard of, that were in England, were Manchester, and Liverpool, so it wasn't the easiest of choices.

She was tempted by Liverpool, thinking of the Beatles one of her favourite artists, but then she thought of Manchester, and how the leader of the British Suffragette moment was from there.

So it was a choice between the two.

She was leaning more towards Manchester, purely because she knew a little more about its history, and was essentially choosing between history and music, although Manchester was still rich in music history too.

She voiced these thoughts to Dumbledore, who was more than happy to see she didn't want to be a sheep, as he himself was convinced London would be the prime choice.

Deciding to help her out, he told her truthfully, that "the nicest properties we have out of Liverpool and Manchester, are in Manchester, so I would recommend there."

Sally wasn't normally one for extravagance, but never having money growing up, and never having the nicest houses to stay in, she wanted to treat herself, so she accepted.

With those four words, "We'll go to Manchester.", Percy found himself watching Dumbledore whip his wand about, and all of their items packing away into two suitcases.

Suitcases that were not bigger normal, yet he could swear he just saw the tv sink into it.

All of their items vanished into these two pocket dimensions. It took about 2 minutes for all of their items to be condensed.

Sally, and Percy, were once again jaw dropped.

"Ca-can I do that?" asked an astonished Percy.

Chuckling, Dumbledore said, "Not yet, my dear boy, but some day soon, I'm positive." He smiled in Percy's direction, the boy looked even more astounded than before.

Telling Dumbledore that she'll just be a minute, Sally did one last cursory check of their apartment, and saw nothing they had left. Yet she couldn't help but feel like they were forgetting something.

Sensing her anguish, Dumbledore spoke up, "I can check to see if there is anything here that belongs to any of you, that's not been packed away. To put your mind at ease."

Sally let out a sigh of relief, and gratefully took his offer.

As he did this certain piece of magic, Percy was still entertained by it, despite it not being a spell that leaves a visible trace. He just knew that any magic he comes across will leave him like this. Leave him immensely awed.

Once he had finished the spell, he told them both that "there are a few clothes in each of your rooms, some soap and shampoo in the bathroom, a couple of books in Percy's room. And a pen on the kitchen table, that belongs to Percy here."

As soon as he said the pen, a light was switched on inside her head. That was what she was forgetting. She knew that pen was special. His dad had given it after all.

Though looking at the pen, she didn't know why she was fretting, she had a sinking feeling that it couldn't be lost.

Going up to the table, Percy collected the pen. Looking it over, he saw just a regular ballpoint pen. It felt a little heavier than what he thought it'd weigh though.

It was puzzling him. Why would he be sent a pen, in a letter from his father? He could sense that pen was important, he just didn't know how yet.

Shoving it into his right jeans pocket, he convinced himself that he'll find out another day.

Heading back over to the little group, he looked towards them.

Dumbledore could see that they were ready to head off now, so he told them, "Now Sally, as I already mentioned to you when I first arrived, I'll be transporting you there personally, through apparition, a form of teleporting. This process will be very disconcerting the first time around, are you both okay with that?"

Seeing a head nod from both of them, he prepared them by saying "Grip hold of your suitcases tightly, and with your other hold on to my arm, just as tightly."

Once again nodding their heads, they both did as he said, before looking out into their apartment for what is probably going to be the last time. Their last view was of a warped apartment, before they felt like they were being sucked through a straw.