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── CONTROL YOURSELF
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SUMMARY
The Wizarding World was an entirely new place for Wendy Quinn to uncover and explore. But, alas, it was almost as dangerous as the world she came from, and to explore so freely was treacherous to a young Muggle-born. But, luckily, Hogwarts was certainly the place for her to do just that.
And, in a twist of good luck in her usually so-unfortunate life, Wendy would meet a few select people who had similar intentions, or at least, people who intended to make the very most out of their seven years at Hogwarts.
James Potter was as far away from anyone Wendy had ever met before; a boy, for starters, but rich, intelligent, carefree and with an utter lack of care for consequences. Sirius Black was similar, except he seemed to have some care but only in the reflection of his actions getting back to his family (which was easily done considering half of the Slytherin students were his relatives).
Peter Pettigrew was by no means as brazen and plucky as James or Sirius, but like them he was pureblood and had long-established friendship with the family of the Potters. But he was friendly willing to go along with James's plots and plans. Remus Lupin, however, was a little more similar to Wendy. He was quiet, coming from a house in Wales with his father (a ministry worker) and his mother, a Muggle. He was more wary of it all, but didn't seem to shy away from it.
And Wendy would join him in that. She wouldn't shy away from this new life she had been given, and it was one of the best choices she ever made. As such, her first few years at Hogwarts would be the most fun she ever had.
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── TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM IT
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" you were a child, crawling on your knees toward it making momma so proud but your voice is too loud we like to watch you laughing you pick the insects off plants no time to think of consequences " ── kids, mgmt
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── ' WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST APARATE TO HOGSMEADE IF YOU'RE FROM SCOTLAND '
' WHAT THE HELL IS ── HOGSMEADE? I'M IRISH, YOU BLINKING EEJIT '
