Vane, Meribia, and Milliways: He Always Did Manage To Charm Her
"Did he come?"
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but he must be away on business."
"He said he might. I hope he still got the invitation, though."
"Mia, did you ever think that maybe...?"
"Maybe what, Mama?"
"...................nothing."
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"Who is this Mister Abra, Majesty Mia?"
"Mister Abra? Oh, he's a friend I made before my sixth birthday."
"Four years ago? And he's not attended a single one?"
"No."
"Are you sure he's your friend?"
"Well, perhaps only I knew him. Maybe he was just a dream."
"So why the invitation?"
"Because you never can be too sure."
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"It's times like this that remind me of Mister Abra."
"Mister Abra? What are you talking about, Mia?"
"A friend. He might have been imaginary, I'm not sure. He said he lived here."
"Please. I would've met him by now if he did."
"He said he traveled a lot. Guess my mind came up with a reason for why no one would see him here."
"You really thought of everything, didn't you?"
"I guess I did, Jessica."
"Do you still, you know...?"
"Send him an invitation?"
"Uh-huh."
"Of course."
"Guess it's a tradition by now, isn't it?"
"I guess it is."
"Think he'll ever show up?"
"Maybe, but I don't think that really matters anymore."
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"So what do you know about magic from here?"
"Tis the magic of the place itself, which tis lovely...Twas during that fight with a wizard named Draco, 'e did some kind of curse to me that brought me old pain back."
"Why would he do such a thing?"
"Lost my temper at 'im, didn't 'urt 'im, but kept on goin' on bout how without magic, I was nothin', sounded like every bloody lordling that walks through Nottingham."
"He treated you like an inferior just because you don't know magic?"
"Aye, used the same bloody tone of voice as the lords who treat Nottingham as their own bloody toy."
"Don't believe Draco. I know you probably don't, but I know enough people who do. Everyone has their own unique skills and to value one type over another is an ignorant way to live."
"Aye."
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"Draco Malfoy. Lovely to meet you, miss."
"Oh, so you're Draco Malfoy. I have heard of you. I have met Miniver once before."
"Glad to see my reputation continues to proceed me. Miniver and I are close, yes."
"He speaks very highly of you and has a talent for weaving words. He recommended some poetry books to me. We did talk about you a bit, nothing cruel. He probably hasn't mentioned me to you. I didn't say much about myself and like I said we only met once."
"He's a good person. And no, not yet. Pleasure to meet you though."
"And you, Draco."
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"Evening, luv. Ready to head home?"
"About. Draco, what's your middle name?"
"Hmmm? I don't have one. ...Well, my father considered Abraxas, since that was my grandfather's name."
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Mia didn't know about stamps different from the official seals used on letters from the Guild. But then, she also didn't know that she could write so much on one subject.
She didn't know she could love like this.
Her letter to Draco, the one that held memories of them dear to her, was finally finished. The envelope was nearly overfilled with the long letter, and there was a stamp on the corner tilted to the right. All that was left was to-
Well, a letter like this should only be read by the person it was written for, so it will be sealed with extra precaution. A magic word, but which one?
Alohomora was too easy. Anyone who saw that spell could probably figure that out. Open had the same problem, even more so since that would likely be a person's first guess once it became clear that a word was needed. It had to be something that-
Mia smiles as she considers that the best word would be one so common in fiction that it would be ridiculous for anyone to think it might be fact. A word that no self respecting witch or wizard would use for an actual spell.
She slowly runs her finger along the edge of the opening, sealing it with one soft word:
"Abracadabra."
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but he must be away on business."
"He said he might. I hope he still got the invitation, though."
"Mia, did you ever think that maybe...?"
"Maybe what, Mama?"
"...................nothing."
_____________________________
"Who is this Mister Abra, Majesty Mia?"
"Mister Abra? Oh, he's a friend I made before my sixth birthday."
"Four years ago? And he's not attended a single one?"
"No."
"Are you sure he's your friend?"
"Well, perhaps only I knew him. Maybe he was just a dream."
"So why the invitation?"
"Because you never can be too sure."
_____________________________
"It's times like this that remind me of Mister Abra."
"Mister Abra? What are you talking about, Mia?"
"A friend. He might have been imaginary, I'm not sure. He said he lived here."
"Please. I would've met him by now if he did."
"He said he traveled a lot. Guess my mind came up with a reason for why no one would see him here."
"You really thought of everything, didn't you?"
"I guess I did, Jessica."
"Do you still, you know...?"
"Send him an invitation?"
"Uh-huh."
"Of course."
"Guess it's a tradition by now, isn't it?"
"I guess it is."
"Think he'll ever show up?"
"Maybe, but I don't think that really matters anymore."
_____________________________
"So what do you know about magic from here?"
"Tis the magic of the place itself, which tis lovely...Twas during that fight with a wizard named Draco, 'e did some kind of curse to me that brought me old pain back."
"Why would he do such a thing?"
"Lost my temper at 'im, didn't 'urt 'im, but kept on goin' on bout how without magic, I was nothin', sounded like every bloody lordling that walks through Nottingham."
"He treated you like an inferior just because you don't know magic?"
"Aye, used the same bloody tone of voice as the lords who treat Nottingham as their own bloody toy."
"Don't believe Draco. I know you probably don't, but I know enough people who do. Everyone has their own unique skills and to value one type over another is an ignorant way to live."
"Aye."
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"Draco Malfoy. Lovely to meet you, miss."
"Oh, so you're Draco Malfoy. I have heard of you. I have met Miniver once before."
"Glad to see my reputation continues to proceed me. Miniver and I are close, yes."
"He speaks very highly of you and has a talent for weaving words. He recommended some poetry books to me. We did talk about you a bit, nothing cruel. He probably hasn't mentioned me to you. I didn't say much about myself and like I said we only met once."
"He's a good person. And no, not yet. Pleasure to meet you though."
"And you, Draco."
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"Evening, luv. Ready to head home?"
"About. Draco, what's your middle name?"
"Hmmm? I don't have one. ...Well, my father considered Abraxas, since that was my grandfather's name."
_____________________________
Mia didn't know about stamps different from the official seals used on letters from the Guild. But then, she also didn't know that she could write so much on one subject.
She didn't know she could love like this.
Her letter to Draco, the one that held memories of them dear to her, was finally finished. The envelope was nearly overfilled with the long letter, and there was a stamp on the corner tilted to the right. All that was left was to-
Well, a letter like this should only be read by the person it was written for, so it will be sealed with extra precaution. A magic word, but which one?
Alohomora was too easy. Anyone who saw that spell could probably figure that out. Open had the same problem, even more so since that would likely be a person's first guess once it became clear that a word was needed. It had to be something that-
Mia smiles as she considers that the best word would be one so common in fiction that it would be ridiculous for anyone to think it might be fact. A word that no self respecting witch or wizard would use for an actual spell.
She slowly runs her finger along the edge of the opening, sealing it with one soft word:
"Abracadabra."