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Through the window from the fire escape we saw into the nautical fantasy in this young woman’s mind. As she watched ‘Murder She Wrote’ recorded from the hallmark channel, we looked upon her mostly white, blue-rimmed drapes, her pillowcases printed with a ship’s wheel, her old glass bottles on a blue coffee table, and her black rotary phone. As she got up from her couch and we saw a glimpse of her, I couldn’t help but imagine her taking the place of the woman in the painting on the wall- a woman seen looking out onto a harbor, with ships and waves, sun, shore, and lighthouse. Through the window screen’s haze, it looked alive somehow. I wanted to know her.

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Okay, just hear me out for a second.

Muggleborn kid with a talent for magic. Not real magic. Like, sleight of hand magic. And then a prefect catches them doing something like making a ball appear to vanish or whatever, and just loses their shit because this 11 year old kid has utterly mastered Vanishing Spells and what the hell how is that even possible.

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