 No Touchy! ♥ demented_teacher
A woman sat by a candle reading a letter that arrived by owl post at the break of dawn. Her dark brown hair was plaited into a single braid which lay over the shoulder of her burgundy dressing gown. Her blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of square spectacles and they raced over each line of the letter which was held by a heavily scarred hand. Leaning back in her chair, Luciana McLaggen let out a sigh and thought about the reply she would need to write to the Ministry . Reaching for the quill, she dipped it into the ink and began to write her reply. The sound of the quill scratching across the surface of the parchment echoed throughout the room. Little did her neices know how busy her life truly was and how much danger there was lurking in the wizarding world.
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An hour later, Kay woke up to the sound of an owl pecking at her bedroom window. Sleepily, she got up out of her warm bed and wandered over to the window, opening it so that the tawny owl could come inside. These Hogwarts owls come earlier each year, she thought as she untied the bulky letters from its leg. "Mine and Katrina's," she yawned and watched as the owl swooped back out the window.
She placed both letters on her writing desk that was located by the window. So far, no letters from Elijah, she thought as she looked longingly out the window hoping to will an owl to deliver her the letter he had promised to send. She sat there by the window until she fell back asleep.
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Maximus finished hanging up the last of his many portraits of himself in his shop. Several months ago, he had officially retired from playing Quidditch after 20 glorious years. He had grown bored playing the sport and wanted to focus more on his lucrative business ventures, most of which involved Quidditch product endorsements. Now he could make thousands of galleons in a few measley hours without facing injury to life or limb. And joining the family business with his twin brother Marcus and his father was an added bonus.
His attention was soon drawn to the sound of an owl tapping on the window. He watched as his house elf Pippin opened the window and the owl swooped in, depositing a red envelope on the counter. The owl left the store as soon as it entered, and Pippin closed the window.
"Oh, great. I think I know who this is from," he mumbled as the howler exploded. A woman's shrill voice echoed throughout the store. How dare you, Max! My own sister. What do you mean you couldn't tell the difference between us! We're finished! Max chuckled as the howler chewed itself up. "Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them."
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