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[eitherwilldo]

Narcissa knocks on Rosie's door, a box on her hip. Inside are her shrunken suitcases, a small box, and some other knick-knacks she's picked up along the way. She blows her hair out of her eyes and waits for Rosie to answer, shifting from one foot to the other in her excitement.

She feels terribly grown up.