Arayna means "Queen". Just as she was born, she was meant to be a queen. Nihana means "Bright; Morning; Beauty Queen". As her namesake she is a beauty queen. Well not only for her beauty but way more.
Arayna Nihana Lovegood = "The Rising Beauty Que...
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A/N: Just a Reminder that this is a fanfiction which means anything can happen. It doesn't need to be realistic. So it means that if I placed a scene that has working electronics in the Wizarding World, without exploding, then it works.
Arayna's Pov
As soon as I stepped into Wood Manor, Maya said, "Oh good, you're here." "Everything is going beautifully," she adds, her fingertips skimming over the massive list I've set down for her of everything that has to be finished before Oliver comes in about 2 hours.
After Oliver and I finished furnishing our new home, we had a two-day housewarming party for our family and close friends. The Puddlemere United team then came to our house the next day to meet me and to get to know one other. Oliver's birthday is today, two weeks later, and we are celebrating it here at Wood Manor. The team, as well as everyone else we invited, will arrive in 2 hours.
"Uncle Sam's with Oliver, which should give us a little more time because he can stall him before they depart," I said as I handed them the list and checked off the things. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marline, Karina, John, and Leo rushing to and from the Manor, obedient to Grandma Lydia's wishes. When Marline and John take a breather, and Karina and Leo take a break to wipe the perspiration from their brows, the four are viciously screamed at, causing me and Maya to cringe and look up from our notepads.
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"Ma, leave the kids alone!" Jameson yelled from upstairs to Grandma Lydia. "Check on the food like what you're meant to do, the kids know what to do."
Uncle Jameson peers out from the stairwell and sends her a knowing glance as Grandma Lydia opens her lips to speak. Grandma Lydia is interrupted before she can say anything by a loud familiar beeping - the sound of a charm that alerts ringing into the room.
Everyone freezes in their places.
My gaze is drawn to the kitchen door as Grandma Lydia's eyes widen with fear, like mine do when I see smoke through the door.
