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"Oh, yeah, they do that. The thing with, like, emotions, they're the most sensitive part? I mostly can stick to a single colour and just change hues, and most people seem to think it's the light. Sometimes it changes a lot, though, but no one really ever called me out on it. Except the one time, but this one time is one time I'm fairly sure the government must've erased the minds of everyone present," she practically hisses.

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"...I don't mean to downplay the badness of memory charms but usually it would just be taking a few minutes, not their whole minds."

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Sadde sighs. "It was pretty bad. There was this bully, he pushed some buttons, I..." She looks fairly ashamed. "Well, his mum threatened to sue mine, I had to be pulled out of school, there was a whole lot of sh—stuff going down for a while, and then it all stopped suddenly. So, it was, er, more than a few minutes."

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"Oh. Yeah."

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"Yeah," she echoes, shrugging uncomfortably.

Presently, Laura arrives at the door!
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Where her child is handed off to her without further ado.

"I'll see you on the train!" Miranda says.
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"Bye!"

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Miranda and her mum are on Platform 9 3/4 bright and early on September first.
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Sadde and his mum are there as well!

After tearful goodbyes in front of a fairly nondescript patch of wall, the boy decides to trust the gods of magic and completely fail to bounce against the bricks. He's surprised, even though he knew that was what should have happened.

He finds Miranda easily enough, beams, and walks in her direction.
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Miranda doesn't recognize him.

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Sadde didn't expect her to! "Hi Miranda, hi Renée, it's Sadde," he explains to them.

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"...Oh," blinks Miranda. "Hi."

"Hello again," says Renée.
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"So, I'm curious, where exactly are we?" he asks. "Is this, like, a completely different place than King's Cross, or are we between bricks, or something?"

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"I don't know how it works," apologizes Renée. "I do think we are still in King's Cross, but not the conventional layout."

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The boy takes a notepad and a pen from his pocket and writes something down there in response to that.

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Miranda giggles.

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Sadde looks up from his notepad with a smirk. "What?" he asks, and the tiny, tiny snow owl in the cage on the small cart he was pushing hoots happily. It is really incredibly tiny.

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"Nothing, I just approve of notetaking. Your owl is adorable."

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Richard chirps happily and preens itself.

"He is!" Sadde agrees. "And I'm terrible at notetaking, I always forget. But if I wasn't so forgetful I wouldn't need notetaking in the first place."
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"I recommend making it so much of a habit that if you're ever seen without a notebook everybody you know wonders where it is," says Miranda.

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"But how do I turn it into a habit in the first place?"

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"...Be me, I guess. Only don't actually because that would be confusing and it's the first day of school."

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He giggles, looks around to see if there's anyone paying too much attention, then looks at Miranda again and—

Miranda will find herself looking at her mirror image.

Richard tilts its head and hoots bemusedly.
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"I said not to. I want people who meet me to actually be meeting me."

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He grins, looking like himself again. "Sorry," he says, and writes something down on his little notepad again. "It was just a joke, I wouldn't actually impersonate unless you wanted me to."

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