Being raised in a muggle city had shaped Annabelle in many ways growing up. She’d helped her father unload and unpack the boxes of books and other items that were sold at the shop by hand for most of her life. Not that she didn’t know about magic, but her father didn’t want any to draw any attention from the Wizarding authorities. When it came to moving her things from her 1978 Renault 5 to her new flat, she did carry a few fragile odds and ends by hand, but used her wand to move the rest. As she carried a box of keepsakes from her car, towards the front of the rental, Annabelle didn’t remember to step over the uneven spot on the sidewalk and proceeded to send things crashing to the ground. “Merde!” Her antique tea set shattered on the cement, the shards biting at her exposed ankles. She winced, crouching down to collect her things from among the broken pieces of ceramic. The girl could hear footsteps coming down the walk, but she didn’t look up. “Sorry, I’ll be out of the way in a moment. Careful where you step.”
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