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  <title>Emma Mason</title>
  <subtitle>Emma Mason</subtitle>
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    <name>Emma Mason</name>
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    <title>into the woods</title>
    <published>2014-10-07T02:29:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Emma does not often think this, but she would dearly, dearly like to be back at school at this particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents brought her to the club to 'socialize', but they're the ones doing all the socializing. And now they've met some business friends of her dad's, and there's some secrecy clause about an upcoming deal, or something? So her mother's at the bar getting a drink with the guys' wives, but &lt;i&gt;Emma's&lt;/i&gt; only twenty. So here she is, wandering around on the golf course, enjoying the sunset and trying to kill time until she can go back inside. And really, honestly missing school, where she doesn't have to go through this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she decides she's had enough of being outside- however much her mother protests that really, Connecticut is &lt;i&gt;lovely&lt;/i&gt; in the fall, it's also &lt;i&gt;chilly&lt;/i&gt;- and she starts to make her way back to the clubhouse. She's walking up the golf cart trail through the trees to get across the last hole when suddenly she realizes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the clubhouse isn't there any more. There's just more forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what just happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=parental_guidance&amp;ditemid=701" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2014-07-17:2291446:374</id>
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    <title>back to school shopping</title>
    <published>2014-07-17T21:16:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Dear Miss Mason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's parents are thrilled. Such a good school, so well respected, and those alumni- just look at the battle against the Dark Lord! All that talent!- they're beyond proud. Emma's pleased on their behalf, of course. She wants to make her parents proud. She doesn't ask how badly the school was damaged in the war; she doesn't inquire how many teachers are missing or dead; she doesn't mention wishing she could stay home for a year. Maybe until things are just a little more rebuilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She thinks it, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and hugs her parents and agrees yes, of course it's wonderful, helping to rebuild the wizarding world is important. She'll start school in the fall, become a better witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as her mother points out excitedly- now they need to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's hardly unfamiliar with Diagon Alley. It's the place to be seen, as far as her parents are concerned, so that's where they've always shopped. But it feels different, somehow, to be shopping for &lt;i&gt;Hogwarts&lt;/i&gt;. Her mother is showing every shopkeeper the list, fingers underlining the Hogwarts letterhead. Her father is stopping every friend he sees, talking loudly about "here to shop for Emma's first year, &lt;i&gt;at Hogwarts you know&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma wants to scrunch up and hide from the attention, but her parents are so happy. It's only just the once she starts school, she supposes. She plasters on a smile and follows after her mother. Almost done now; all she needs is a wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as everyone knows, there's only one place to get those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=parental_guidance&amp;ditemid=374" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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