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sgt_majoretteWe think we'll put a toe in the water this year. Yes, it's HP fanfic, what else?
The Muggle woman reading the plaque beside the laughing portrait of the late Fred Weasley would have been tall in her stocking feet, and the heels of her plain black pumps were four inches high at least.
Except that this woman in the severely elegant Muggle suit must be a witch, because she seemed to have navigated Diagon Alley by herself.
And when the shop's proprietor approached her to enquire politely as to whether he could be of assistance, she just said, "I could always tell the difference, you know..."
Startled, George Weasley stuttered, "Excuse me, but, ah..."
"Millicent Bulstrode. I was in your brother Ron's year, but you wouldn't have known me. I was Slytherin."
She smiled, and walked out.
Fifty thousand words, huh. That's a lot, but they don't have to be elegantly assembled words.
The Muggle woman reading the plaque beside the laughing portrait of the late Fred Weasley would have been tall in her stocking feet, and the heels of her plain black pumps were four inches high at least.
Except that this woman in the severely elegant Muggle suit must be a witch, because she seemed to have navigated Diagon Alley by herself.
And when the shop's proprietor approached her to enquire politely as to whether he could be of assistance, she just said, "I could always tell the difference, you know..."
Startled, George Weasley stuttered, "Excuse me, but, ah..."
"Millicent Bulstrode. I was in your brother Ron's year, but you wouldn't have known me. I was Slytherin."
She smiled, and walked out.
Fifty thousand words, huh. That's a lot, but they don't have to be elegantly assembled words.
