3. Bluebell Flames
Maisie didn’t know how Bluebell Flames didn’t burn the jars they were contained in. She was sitting with an empty jar in her lap, wondering. She hadn’t learnt the charm to make the flames yet, but she was hoping it was part of her First Year at Hogwarts. Maisie loved blue. Inky blue, like the sky at night. Maisie was starting to struggle with flashbacks and bad memories, and she wanted the comfort of Bluebell Flames to help with her distress tolerance. Her Charms textbook didn’t have the answers. Maisie would give anything to know who did. She knew her mother would never teach her anything soothing.
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