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Being nine was that awkward age where Simona felt that she was definitely brave enough to be on her own in Diagon Alley and yet the fact that her mother was close enough to see her was comforting and offered the security that if anything was to happen she would be straight over. She turned in the direction TJ was indicating whilst nomming on the remaining half of her sweet. “I think Mums secretly have eyes in the backs of their heads” she softly giggled. They always had a habit of knowing what their children were up to, even if they weren’t looking directly towards them. Not that Simi did anything to misbehave but if she did, she was sure that she would be swiftly caught out.
With that being said, she did have the advantage of being the youngest child in the family and therefore the exhaustion her parents must’ve felt bringing up four other girls before Simona came along likely left this Bowen able to get away with the most if she wanted. It was probably a good thing that she hadn’t reached those rebellious teenage years yet, nor had she developed the personality to. She couldn’t WAIT to see what house the Sorting Hat would place her into.
“No” she sighed remembering that the bead was likely long gone now and it would be impossible to find it again. “Well yes.. I was going to put their initials on them but I guess I can do it without them.” Or she could wait until she was home again and hope that she had another. “I wish we could do magic already.” Her short legs swung underneath her as she placed the bracelet back into the satchel she had slung over her shoulder. It would make life SO much easier to just wave a wand and be done with it. That was if she truly was magical and that there wasn’t some curse she didn’t know about that the fifth sibling would turn out to be a squib.
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