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Dear Miss Mason,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Emma's parents are thrilled. Such a good school, so well respected, and those alumni- just look at the battle against the Dark Lord! All that talent!- they're beyond proud. Emma's pleased on their behalf, of course. She wants to make her parents proud. She doesn't ask how badly the school was damaged in the war; she doesn't inquire how many teachers are missing or dead; she doesn't mention wishing she could stay home for a year. Maybe until things are just a little more rebuilt.
(She thinks it, though.)
She smiles and hugs her parents and agrees yes, of course it's wonderful, helping to rebuild the wizarding world is important. She'll start school in the fall, become a better witch.
And, as her mother points out excitedly- now they need to go shopping.
Emma's hardly unfamiliar with Diagon Alley. It's the place to be seen, as far as her parents are concerned, so that's where they've always shopped. But it feels different, somehow, to be shopping for Hogwarts. Her mother is showing every shopkeeper the list, fingers underlining the Hogwarts letterhead. Her father is stopping every friend he sees, talking loudly about "here to shop for Emma's first year, at Hogwarts you know".
Emma wants to scrunch up and hide from the attention, but her parents are so happy. It's only just the once she starts school, she supposes. She plasters on a smile and follows after her mother. Almost done now; all she needs is a wand.
And as everyone knows, there's only one place to get those.
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parental_guidance
parental_guidance
"That must be it," Emma says dryly. "I am handicapped by my witchness. If only we had football instead of Quidditch. Um, that's- football on brooms? Ish?"
She looks at Miranda. "Do you play at all? Or watch?"
She looks at Miranda. "Do you play at all? Or watch?"
chanuphis
"Quidditch?" asks Miranda. "I've never played it, I'm very clumsy just walking around and Renée doesn't want me on a broom until I'm somewhere there's a qualified healer just around the corner. I don't really watch it either but occasionally she does."
parental_guidance
"My parents don't care much, but my dad goes to matches sometimes. I think mostly to be social, though. I don't care much about the game itself, but I had a broomstick when I was younger. I wasn't spectacular at flying or anything but it's so much fun. Are you excited for flying lessons?" She grins. "Since there will in fact be qualified healer just around the corner."
chanuphis
"I'm really excited! I'm hoping Renée is wrong and I'll be able to fly just fine."
parental_guidance
"Well, school brooms are pretty basic, but there are some pretty fancy stabilizing spells out there now? You could cover for clumsy pretty well, I bet."
chanuphis
"Yeah. Or it just won't matter because there isn't anything to trip on, who knows?"
metamorphmaga
Jenny cracks up. When she recovers her breath, she manages, "Picturing you- heee- tripping on a gargoyle. Or a fairy! Or... or..." and back to cackling.
chanuphis
"Fairies are really small, I don't think running into one on a broom would be a big deal," laughs Miranda.
parental_guidance
"Oh. Um, fairies are sort of like butterflies? Pixies are larger and smarter and really obnoxious."
chanuphis
"And there's doxies, which are like fairies, but they bite, and they're venomous."
metamorphmaga
"So... basically there will be small magical creatures of various amounts of friendliness coming out of my ears?"
chanuphis
"I wouldn't expect them to nest in your ears unless you never bathe."
chanuphis
"Only if you turn green first. Most of us don't have that problem, but you might have to be careful."
metamorphmaga
Green goes her skin! She can't do anything about her shoes, so she turns her hair silver instead. (Unicorn Face has lots of practice with silver hair.) "Best of both worlds!"
metamorphmaga
Hair goes black. "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little owl too!"
chanuphis
"I haven't named my owl yet. Do you want to help me name her?" asks Miranda.
metamorphmaga
"...I would! But I'm not really gonna be that helpful. I mean, I look at her face and think 'Pancake.'"
parental_guidance
"She looks kinda like a jewel tone? Amber, or tiger's eye, I don't know. Ambera? Ambara? In Latin it's Chryselectra or Glaesa, I think. No idea about tiger's eye. But... um. Pancake? Where's that from?"
metamorphmaga
"The circle on her face looks like pancake batter! It was the first thing I thought of!"
chanuphis
"I'm not going to name her Pancake. Amber's nice, though! What do you think, owl, would you like to be called Amber?"
Amber makes an owly noise.
"I think I'm going to say that's a yes."
Amber makes an owly noise.
"I think I'm going to say that's a yes."