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Sept 7, 2019 12:34:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 12:34:36 GMT -7
It had been a crazy few months for Beatrice. Her father had had a cancer scare, but thankfully, THANKFULLY, it had been just that; a scare. She hadn’t told anyone about it, just Elliot during a very brief moment of vulnerability at the bar that one time. She hadn’t talked to him about that much, either. Still, now was not the time to wallow in the past. Her father had gotten the all clear and was completely cancer free. She wanted to celebrate, and going out with her brother was the best way to do that.
Or so she thought, because about ten minutes after she’d gotten to their favorite bar by the entrance of the Gamblin Galleons casino, her brother had texted her canceling. She couldn’t exactly say she was surprised as her brother was not known to be the most accountable person, but she was still a little bummed. So she finished her drink and began the long walk home. As she passed by the casino however, she paused. Maybe another drink was what she needed. Plus, she shouldn’t feel sad, she should be happy! With that in mind, she walked through the double doors and made a beeline for the bar. She ordered a martini and looked around the bar, wondering what kind of people she’d find tonight.
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Sept 15, 2019 23:29:31 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Sept 15, 2019 23:29:31 GMT -7
▲ Working in one of the magical shopping districts was one thing. Nell had years of that under her belt from being in Diagon for so long, and now she had Horizon Alley as well. Living in Horizon now too, though, was a completely different story. It had been fun at first, thrilling almost. She finally had the chance to live, work, and play in an area populated with witches and wizards her age. Her previous apartment was located in a muggle building. While she enjoyed her time there and was basically allowed to create infinite space and magic the apartment however she pleased, there was a distinct lack of her there. Meaning magical people and things. Sure, she had her magical tools and trinkets and enjoyed them immensely in her own time, but her apartment was so far away from literally everything and everyone that it was impossible to do anything with her friends or family. Having people stopping by for a visit or her wanting to go out for a night on the town was not something cheap rent could smother forever, and now that had completely changed. But all good things did come to an end unfortunately, and Nell was finally starting to feel the effects of working and living in the same space. Her new ‘apartment’ – she hesitated to call it that even though she managed to cram all of her furniture and belongings into it – was located above the shop and there was little reprieve going in between the two. The hidden staircase in her workshop that led upstairs to her living quarters barely counted as walking home from work. The place was so small that her kitchen was on the first level, stuffed behind the front counter and the workshop. Still, it was better than paying rent for both the shop and an apartment. She couldn’t really deny that it was a decent deal she had going. To escape her work and home, Nell had taken to wandering the streets of Horizon Alley after closing up for the day. Trying out the various cafés, restaurants, and bars had started to become her release from the work day, which was something apparently most working people did. Somehow she had missed out on that memo. Veronica had always drained her of energy and pushed her stress levels through the roof, so going out after work had never happened before. Today’s pick was the Gamblin’ Galleons Casino. She’d been once before, trying out some of the games and losing horribly. The goal tonight was to pop into the bar and get a drink, which was very uncharacteristic of her, but she figured it would be a nice way to wind down from working in the shop all day. Giving the security troll stationed at the door a small smile, she stepped by it to head inside, holding her breath to avoid any noxious fumes it may have been giving off. The casino was exactly how she remembered it, and was much more crowded than she expected it to be on a weekday. Heading towards the bar, it was pretty easy to pick out the ones that were the regulars – bar flies that seemed to take an interest in watching people throw their money away so flippantly. Nell ordered a glass of Ogden’s Old Firewhisky and leaned back in her chair, observing the crowded gambling hall as various cheers and cries rang out across it. Her money was staying right where it was in her pocket. @beatrice ● 587 ● A Gift To You by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 11, 2019 5:05:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2019 5:05:24 GMT -7
Beatrice noticed when someone else entered the bar section of the casino, a girl with long brown hair that looked like she could be around her own age. She did look vaguely familiar, but where Beatrice knew her from, she could not say. At the very least she knew they could not have been the same year; as editor of the student newspaper, Beatrice had made it her business to at least have a familial idea of who was who in her year, so unless this girl was an extreme introvert, she had not been the same year as Bea. Perhaps she was younger though - definitely not a Ravenclaw, but her familiarity made her think she may have been a Slytherin, like her Hogwarts sweetheart. She supposed there was no harm in striking up conversation though, rather than just sitting there people watching.
“Not much of a gambler either?” Beatrice quipped, tilting back her head and taking a long sip of her drink. “Me either, never had much luck with casino games,” she admitted with a small smile. She extended a hand towards the girl. “Beatrice Holmes, Hogwarts Graduate of 2014,” she introduced herself, wondering if her assumptions of the woman would prove correct.
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Oct 16, 2019 19:54:34 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Oct 16, 2019 19:54:34 GMT -7
▲ The flask of firewhisky hadn’t even made it across the counter to her yet and Nell could already feel someone approaching her from off to the side. She should have known that the bar goers in the casino would be of the predatory sort; not that they were the bad sort, but more that they enjoyed conversation and such a thing as a quiet drink didn’t exist here. Nell pulled her drink in front of her on the bar and turned her shoulders so that she could face the person, surprised to see a woman probably close in age to her, as opposed to the assumed wrinkly old wizard. Having to entertain the latter was interesting sometimes – she was used to dealing with drunk old guys, seeing as her brother was basically one of them. Frankie certainly wasn’t the most elegant drunk out there either. “No, not really my thing. Sort of need a lot of money to make a lot in return,” she said honestly, peering over at one of the blackjack tables as a loud cheer rang out at it. “Nell Ollivander,” she returned the greeting, shaking Beatrice’s hand. “And I was…2018? The years slip by so fast.” Nell let out a long, exasperated sigh as she finally took her first sip of her firewhisky. The initial burn always got to her as it trickled down her throat, which is why the drink was aptly named firewhisky in the first place. “You definitely weren’t in Slytherin. I sort of made it my mission to know most of my housemates if I could.” With Slytherin, that wasn’t always the greatest though. There was a lot of pretentiousness in the house and she had certainly felt like she didn’t fit there all the time. Somewhere the Sorting Hat had gotten her and her sister mixed up, because Veronica was at heart a Slytherin, and Nell would have been better suited for Ravenclaw or Slytherin. But hindsight was twenty-twenty for a reason, and the Hat chose houses for a reason. "Let me guess…you were in Hufflepuff?”@beatrice ● 345 ● Different Child by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jan 3, 2020 14:59:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2020 14:59:56 GMT -7
Beatrice chuckled a little at the year. “2014 was...wow, over ten years ago,” she said, shaking her head in slight disbelief. Where did the time go? It felt like it was only yesterday that she and Nova had graduated together, young and with high hopes for their careers. Beatrice had gotten her dream as a Quidditch correspondent for the Arrows, and after some soul searching, Nova had found hers. Bea never doubted her best friend however; it was her very nature to not know exactly what she wanted to do and when. Bea was very much an organizer, always knowing where she was going. The health scare her dad had was not a part of this list though, and had shaken her to the core. But that was not what she was here for; the health scare was over, and it was time to celebrate.
Beatrice pretended to be offended with Nell asked if she was a Hufflepuff. “I don’t know if I should be insulted or not,” she said jokingly. “Ravenclaw, but you may have heard of my ex; he was one of the Slytherin Chasers for most of the time - last name Avery?” she mentioned, not saying his first name. He was off on the continent playing Quidditch for a Spanish team last time she’d checked, and though he had always promised to keep in touch, it had not been a promise he’d been able to keep. “First love, you know how they are,” she said with a light laugh, knocking back the rest of her drink. She ordered another and waited patiently, wondering what Nell would want to talk about next.
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Feb 23, 2020 21:13:49 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Feb 23, 2020 21:13:49 GMT -7
▲ The way time passed was honestly terrifying, and a concept that irked Nell more than anything else. Most of that was due to her never ending apprenticeship under her sister. While those years had been instructional and definitely instrumental in her current occupation, they also seemed like a waste. She could have been much further along in her own wandmaking and business if Veronica had simply pulled the stick out of her… “I think the scariest part is when you realize you’ve spent as much time out of school as you did in school. That’s sort of where I’m at now,” she nodded her head in agreeance. Seven years in, seven years out almost. Her nephew was the last of the Ollivanders to grace the halls of Hogwarts until another one of her siblings decided to bring their own child out. It certainly wasn’t going to be her next. Nell frowned, mostly at herself, for getting the house wrong. Beatrice had definitely given off the Hufflepuff air. The Ollivander was better at determining wands than she was with houses. Inanimate objects were easier to read, in her opinion. Her mouth turned into an understanding O-shape when Beatrice mentioned her ex from school; of course Nell knew who that was. “I think I sold him a replacement wand once. You’d be surprised how many Quidditch players come in after they’ve forgotten to put them away during practice.” At least that’s what most of them always used as an excuse. Locker room shenanigans and long nights of drinking on the town did wonders to the pieces of wood. While they were magic, they weren’t impervious to tipping over on the street or slipping down stairs. As for knowing first loves, Nell omitted a response. Sure, there had been a few boyfriends at Hogwarts, but calling any of those actual love seemed outright ludicrous. Maybe that’s what her companion meant by that, but she wasn’t quite sure. “So what have you been up to these last ten years then? I’d give you a chance to guess at my career, but the name gives it away unfortunately,” Nell laughed as she took a small sip of her firewhisky. The burn at the back of her throat was far from refreshing but it did take away a few of the day’s stressors. Another small drink made a couple more disappear as well. @beatrice ● 396 ● Pluto by drkmnd & Allem Iversom MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Apr 8, 2020 9:09:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2020 9:09:25 GMT -7
Beatrice shuddered; she had been out of Hogwarts for almost twelve years, close to double the time she had actually spent within the castle walls. “It’s so strange that it’s only seven years we all spend there, but it feels like an entire lifetime. Though I suppose that makes sense, seeing as we spent our teen years there,” she commented with a shrug. She took another sip of her drink, and smiled when Nell mentioned potentially selling her ex a replacement wand. “I do seem to recall him forgetting to put his wand in a safe place, particularly during a very hyped up match against Gryffindor,” she told her with a chuckle.
“I have been involved in the Quidditch world still, but on the reporting end of things. I started doing just quick recaps of games for Prophet, and worked my way up to be the correspondent for the Appleby Arrows. So now everything they do, I get first dibs on writing it. I have a small team of beat reporters to do some of the tasks I can’t get to, but I get to go to all of the games and feel the thrill and excitement every time.” Beatrice paused, a dreamy smile on her face. Realizing she was talking a lot about herself, she focused her attention back on Nell. “Did you end up keeping with the Ollivander family business, or did you rebel against the norm?” she asked curiously.
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Apr 11, 2020 16:19:04 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Apr 11, 2020 16:19:04 GMT -7
▲ The scariest part about spending all those years in school was that they seemed almost useless to Nell now. Her goal was to always be a wandmaker, and there was absolutely nothing at Hogwarts that could teach her that skill. There had definitely past Ollivanders that didn’t attend school so that they could focus all of their time on the craft, but that wasn’t necessary anymore since there were so many heirs. Still, those were years of socialization and less stress that were gone forever. Now her worries included being out of the red at the end of every month when it came to sales and making sure her rent on the shop was paid in full. The latter was real scary because that was her home as well. Going all in on such a thing would have driven seventeen year old her absolutely up a wall. Beatrice went on to explain that she was working for the Prophet, and on the Quidditch section of the paper. And a correspondent for one of the teams at that! Admittedly, Nell didn’t follow Quidditch much anymore. That took a lot of time that she could be spending on making furniture or wands, and it wasn’t like there were any old classmates of hers that were playing anymore. Injuries got the better of most of them by now, unfortunately. “I guess that’s the next best thing to playing then,” Nell commented. Last she checked, Quidditch tickets were pretty pricey for the full season, so getting to go to whatever game she wanted just by flashing her press badge definitely seemed like the life for someone who enjoyed the sport that much. “Sort of. I’m a wandmaker and I apprenticed under my sister, who runs Ollivander’s now,” Nell started her explanation. “But the store has always gone to the eldest and their family, so I have my own shop now in Horizon. I make furniture as well, because there really isn’t that much of a demand for my wands yet. Customers tend to get confused by there being ‘two Ollivanders’.” The last thing she wanted to be known as was the second shop. Giving Veronica the title as the only Ollivander in London would seriously hurt sales. @beatrice ● 373 ● Check Yes, Juliet by We The King MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Apr 13, 2020 11:58:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2020 11:58:11 GMT -7
Beatrice chuckled at Nell’s comment. “I loved Quidditch but I was so uncoordinated on a broom that my dream of becoming a Quidditch player was very quickly dashed after our first flying lesson,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders sheepishly. Merlin when she thought back to that lesson and almost falling off her broom so many times, she was glad she chose not to embarrass herself at Quidditch tryouts the following year. That would have gone disastrously, and she probably would have come to resent Quidditch in the end instead of loving just watching it.
Beatrice was intrigued by Nells’ explanation of her shop, a hybrid wand and furniture store. “Well I will certainly get my next wand from you then, Horizon Alley is fascinating to me, and it’s never as crazy as Diagon Alley, so I prefer it,” she decided with a smile. “What sort of furniture do you make? Do you have a specific style you stick to?” she asked as a followup. She was always looking for some fun individual pieces for her apartment, so perhaps a visit to the shop was in her near future.
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Jun 30, 2020 21:13:22 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Jun 30, 2020 21:13:22 GMT -7
▲ For the amount of muggle stories depicting witches as broom toting, Nell had realized early on that being able to fly really didn’t matter. She had been in the same boat as Beatrice during her own first year flying lessons. There had never been any time in the Ollivander household to practice flying on a broom. The only ones she owned were used to sweep away the sawdust in the workshop. While the prospect of crafting a broom to sell in her store sounded interesting, she had zero knowledge on how that actually worked. Wands and furniture were her thing now, and someone would have to hold her at wand point to get her to make a broom. “I understand that completely,” Nell also admitted in response. Even when she did have a commute, walking got her where she needed to be just as fast as apparation or floo powder did. The idea of using a broom in this day and age was preposterous. “It certainly is quiet there,” Nell agreed. It was a ‘budding’ shopping district, or whatever that meant. People liked going to the places they knew, and all of those stores were located in Diagon. Real estate also wasn’t viable for her there though, so it was a Horizon storefront or nothing. “Thanks. But only get a new wand if you really need one. Repeat clients can be the worst. Especially when they come back with the last one broken.” She didn’t want it to sound like a warning, but if a wand did the trick and still worked, there really wasn’t a reason to get another one. That was why she still had her first wand. Obviously she maintained it better than the average witch or wizard, but it got the job done. Why toss it to the curb for something fancier? As for her furniture, she had a number of answers for Beatrice. “It’s all to order now, so almost anything. Self-rocking chairs seem to be popular, or really anything charmed to make life easier. I’ve had a few tables commissioned. People like the ones that self-clean and repel liquids.” Virtually anyone could cast those charms with a little practice, but she was seemingly decent at it and customers kept coming back. For only being open for a few months, that was a good sign already. @beatrice ● 391 ● Claimed By The Sea by French For Rabbits MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2020 7:03:46 GMT -7
Beatrice chuckled at Nell’s replacement wand comment. “Very fair point. I have been fortunate enough to not have lost my wand in an accident or anything like that. I am rather attached to it,” she admitted, gently patting her side where the wand was hidden. It was crafted from beechwood, and had a dragon heartstring in its core. Beatrice would freely admit that she was a little taken aback that the heartstring of a dragon was used in wands, but as the wandmaker had pointed out, the wand chooses the wizard. “Do you experiment with wand cores? I remember when I went to Ollivanders back when I was eleven he said that he only worked with three cores - unicorntail, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feather,” she asked curiously.
Beatrice listened intently when Nell explained her furniture making part of her business; she could tell it was something that Nell was more passionate about than she let on. “Well I am looking for a new table actually; mine is from my parents basement and now that I’ve actually gotten a chance to have my own place and decorate it, it sticks out like a sore thumb. What are your store hours? I’ll come by and we’ll talk design,” she asked with a grin.
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Sept 16, 2020 7:38:12 GMT -7
Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Sept 16, 2020 7:38:12 GMT -7
▲ Respecting your wand always ended up leaving people in Nell’s ‘good’ book. She liked hearing stories of people still using their first wand, and how it was either her grandfather or dad that had sold it to them. These days, the poor children had to deal with Veronica. The poor things. And of course, she had never been allowed to work with new witches and wizards coming in for their first wands. That was all Veronica, and she was so rough about it too. Getting your first wand was supposed to be a memorable moment. Not rushed and having a dozen or so wand boxes tossed at you that may be a fit. Picking a wand wasn’t like shopping for shoes. “I do. That’s one of the reasons I left the family shop. They’re…my sister, is set in her ways. She has plenty of wands already made with all of those cores.” And it wasn’t like Nell was totally opposed to using the classic three in her own creations; it was just boring to make the same thing over and over again. There were so many combinations out there, and unbelievable kinds of magic could be created by them. “It does get a little pricey trying to find cores like, oh I don’t know, werewolf whiskers or mermaid scales? Neither are very forthcoming with handing over parts of their body,” she explained. “That doesn’t mean I don’t have wands with those cores though.” The werewolf whisker wand was a whole adventure, and she had been surprised that the hotel where the werewolves stayed during the full moon hadn’t reported her for loitering. No wandmaker in London was selling werewolf whisker wands, so that bought her a market with witches and wizards that liked the stranger wands. Beatrice seemed interested in the furniture portion of the store though, and Nell nodded her head as the other woman said that she needed a new table. That was easy enough! “Every day. Normal business hours. I swear, it’s like I live there,” she laughed awkwardly, mostly because she lived right above the store. The unfortunate truth about having to pay rent was that she couldn’t do it for both the shop and an apartment. There was going to be sawdust no matter where she lived, so being over the business wasn’t all that horrible at the end of the day. “Tables are pretty easy. If you have pictures of the spot it’ll be and the measurements, I could probably have it made within a week.” Unless she wanted it charmed too, but Nell would have to show her demonstrations on how that worked. Self-cleaning tables could get…pricey. And she personally didn’t think they were that great. It was sort of lazy, and built for the older generation. @beatrice ● 464 ● Exception To The Rule by Better Oblivion Community Center MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 12:39:14 GMT -7
Beatrice was fascinated by Nell’s rather unique look into making wands. Mermaid scales and werewolf whiskers? She certainly had never heard of wands being made with those cores. “Out of sheer curiosity, how do those wands work? Like, I know my dragon heartstring wand is supposed to be powerful but temperamental, though thankfully I’ve had very few accidents with it over the years,” she asked, laughing a little at herself. She didn’t know much about wandlore, but her old boyfriend, a Pureblood, had explained the three main Ollivander cores a bit to her and she had been surprised to learn that her little dragon heartstring wand was capable of immense power. This of course had led to some experimenting and a few singed eyebrows.
Now feeling like you live at work was something Beatrice could absolutely relate to. How many times had she stayed late at the Daily Prophet, taking her time to ensure her reports and analyses were on point and perfect. Of course, some of the times she had a very different reason for staying late, but Eliott had left the Prophet some time ago, and she still spent late nights at the office. “Of course, I’ll take a photo of it and send it over - do you have a mobile phone? I know quite a few wizards who refuse to get one. Otherwise I can bring it to your shop tomorrow,” she told her with a nod.
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Post by eleanor gwendolen ollivander on Dec 6, 2020 17:00:54 GMT -7
▲ Nell hadn’t anticipated that she would be making a pitch on how her wands were made and functioned when she left home, but it was sort of her thing and what she was known for, so it made sense in a way. She enjoyed talking about her craft, and Beatrice’s interest in how these wands faired in comparison to the ones typically seen around England only made her want to talk about them more. If wand lore was taught in Hogwarts (which it should be, outside of the context of what was commonly known by most), Nell knew she would be the first person to sign up to teach the lesson. Everything about it was fascinating to her, which was fitting considering who she was. There were some family members that probably wouldn’t have viewed her as an Ollivander if she wasn’t fully dedicated to the craft. “They’re typically catered towards more specific types of careers or tasks. While your wand probably fits you well for what you do, someone like a Curse Breaker might need a wand that works better on spell detection or curse removal,” Nell began in on her explanation. “A werewolf whisker core, for example, works better with Transfiguration spells.” Which was why buyers had to be vetted and asked about their careers first, since a wand like that would never work for a first year student. It was too finicky, and the single werewolf whisker wand she had in the shop was definitely made for someone that knew what they were doing. “But cores need to be paired with woods that suit them as well. The werewolf whisker core I have is inside a pine wood wand. This makes it great for someone who likes to work on their own and is always trying to achieve their goals. Or that’s the basic gist of it. Every witch and wizard is different, and the same can be said about a wand. Sometimes the two just fit together for no explainable reason,” Nell shrugged as she turned back to her drink and took a long sip. If she understood every single intricate detail in her wands, then she’d be bored to death. She enjoyed seeing someone click with a wand that they really shouldn’t. To her, that meant there was some unknown potential somewhere within the user that they were unaware of yet. It was exciting. At the mention of getting a photo of the space the table would need to go in, Nell pulled her recently charmed phone out of her pocket and placed it on the counter. “I still don’t get how they managed to find a charm that makes it work, but here it is,” she admitted, pulling up her phone app so Beatrice could dial her number into it. There had never really been a reason to have a phone aside from getting in contact with Frankie and maybe snapping a picture or two when she was outside of Diagon. Nowadays, all of her business and socialization was conducted inside magical zones, so it felt weird when she got the odd text or call now. Apparently this was the future, and it was interesting to watch her world start to catch up with the muggle one. @beatrice ● 543 ● Shoegazer by Beach Bunny MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2021 10:13:29 GMT -7
Beatrice listened to Nell speak, intrigued into a very different perspective of wandlore that the woman was obviously passionate about. If there was one thing Bea appreciated it was passion for one’s work. She was certainly passionate about journalism and Quidditch, so her career and really her life revolved around those two passions. At the mention of Cursebreaking wands, Bea’s mind immediately landed on Jasper, and if he ever needed a new wand, she would have to send him Nell’s way. Not that it was her decision if Jasper would go to Nell or her family’s shop; she wasn’t his girlfriend anymore and she couldn’t tell him what to do. She doubted he would mind the suggestion though.
Beatrice put her number into Nell’s phone and smiled. “I sense you’re not as used to this as I am,” she said with a laugh. Being Muggleborn meant she still received a cell phone from her parents at fourteen, even though she was unable to use it at Hogwarts and still used her owl to correspond with her parents. Using it in Muggle London however was far easier, and was the best way to quickly get in touch with her family.
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