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*In the main room of the Mansion, there's a young girl, about twelve. She's pretty, one would have to admit that if they saw her, but her beauty seems to have been faded somehow, or...been frozen.
She stands there, unmoving, looking around herself curiously. Ever once in a while, a trickle of sparks comes from her hands. She doesn't seem to notice it.
This is Ariana Dumbledore.*
[Typist: Ariana Dumbledore, from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.]
She stands there, unmoving, looking around herself curiously. Ever once in a while, a trickle of sparks comes from her hands. She doesn't seem to notice it.
This is Ariana Dumbledore.*
[Typist: Ariana Dumbledore, from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.]