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Chapter 13
The group stopped outside the Artisan Guild and Harry peered in the window to see if there were many people inside. It looked practically deserted, with only a single bored-looking witch sitting behind the counter, with her head resting on her hand.
A few minutes ago, Harry asked Fawkes to find somewhere inconspicuous to wait while he visited the guild, as he was attracting a lot of attention. However, the Phoenix did not agree, gripping his shoulder with his talons and crooning softly in his ear. So, Harry carried the Phoenix with him, which got a lot of stares from people on the street. Oh well, he should at least try and get used to being the centre of attention.
"The adults will wait for you at Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour," Minerva said, pointing across the street. "You have twenty minutes before we have to leave."
"We will be able to see you from across the street," Sirius assured him. "Shout out if there is any trouble inside, but Remus assured me that the Guild Leader is an okay bloke."
"Alphonso is quite a character but doesn't have a mean bone in his body," Remus chuckled.
Harry and the Greengrass sisters entered the guild after the adults had left. A number of seats were arranged haphazardly in the reception area, for guild members and clients to use. A doorway was located on either side of the front desk, leading further into the building.
There was a narrow staircase that led up to a door with a sign proclaiming guild members only. A few wizarding portraits adorned the walls, and there were several display cases with artifacts arranged around the room. On the right wall, there was a board where guild commissions were posted. It had only two parchments pinned to it. He didn't know how much business that actually represented. However, it wasn't the most favourable impression to demonstrate the guild's prosperity when first entering the building.
"By the Scots, we have visitors," a portrait shouted from Harry's left. "It's a miracle."
"Be quiet, Byron," the young woman sighed, turning to and looking at them with a smirk. "Hey kid, those are some awfully pretty birds you have there. Are they all yours?"
Daphne blushed, and Astoria giggled at the woman's joke. Fawkes cocked his head in puzzlement, sending a question over their bond. Harry had to explain it to him out loud, to the other's amusement.
"Yes, she was talking about all three of you," Harry explained to the bird, exasperated. "Bird is a slang word that can mean girlfriend. She thought she was really funny, but it was really lame."
"Who are you calling lame?" The young woman looked at him reproachfully. "What are you doing here? This is the Artisan's Guild."
The young woman had vibrant pink hair that reached her shoulders. She wore a black t-shirt with a picture of a popular Muggle heavy metal band on it, along with ripped jeans torn at the knees. It was not the typical impression you wanted to give at the entrance of your business.
"We can read, thank you," Harry replied, stepping up to the desk. "I wish to register to join the guild."
"What?" The woman looked shocked, and her hair turned red, startling Harry. "Did you say you wanted to join?"
"Yes," Harry replied, still eyeing her hair. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Turn your hair another colour."
"She's a Metamorphagus, Harry," Daphne explained. "She probably doesn't have full control over it, so she's not aware that her hair has changed."
"When I feel certain emotions, my hair colour changes spontaneously. It gets annoying sometimes," she grumbled, taking out a piece of parchment and quill. "Hi, I am Tonks, filling in as an attendant because...well, we can no longer afford one. If you want to join the guild, I will need your details. What is your name?"
"Hadrian. Or Harry to my friends."
"Last name?"
"Potter."
Tonk's face looked up from the parchment and examined the scar on his forehead in surprise. "Cor Blimey. I wasn't even aware of a living legend in my midst. What brings you to our humble guild?"
"Didn't I just state what I wanted?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Right," Tonks said sheepishly. "It just surprised me. Haven't you heard of our reputation? We are this close to closing our doors for good."
"You make a poor salesman," Daphne observed. "You aren't supposed to give away the fact that your guild is in trouble."
"I don't want to be an attendant at the counter," Tonks snapped. "I would rather make Artifacts instead."
"So you're an Artisan as well?" Harry asked with interest.
"That's right," Tonks said. "Well, I'm still an Apprentice Artisan, but I'm close to creating something that will earn me a rank up. That is the last barrier to becoming an established Artisan; creating an original Artifact that has a practical application."
"That's cool," Harry said. "So will I be an Apprentice as well, when I join?"
"Hadrian, people don't usually join the guild until after they have finished school," Tonks explained. "It takes a lot of work to create an Artifact. How much experience do you have?"
"Not much," Harry shrugged. "I have been dabbling in arrays to strengthen a workshop I am building, but that's it."
"That's impressive, but the minimum requirement is to have earned an Outstanding on your Enchanting Newt," Tonks said, looking unsure. "However, the Guild Master may make an exception in your case, since we are so desperate to recruit more guild members. Hang on one moment."
Tonks got up from her desk and exited through the doorway on the left. Harry looked at the two girls in surprise. "I didn't know you needed a Newt in Enchanting to join. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's only a requirement to weed out the ones that don't have the motivation to dedicate their time to the craft," Daphne said nonchalantly. "I am sure you can convince the Guild Master that it is not a casual interest."
"You have nothing to worry about," Astoria said. "You're Harry Potter. People will make accommodations for you on the basis of your name alone."
"I'm thrilled," Harry replied dryly.
Tonks returned with an old man walking excitedly beside her. When he spotted Harry, he ran up to the teenager and greeted him enthusiastically, as if they were old friends.
"Mr Potter. So lovely to see such an esteemed individual in our guild. My name is Alphonso Wigglesworth. I know it is a strange name, but what am I going to do? Curse my parents? Already tried, but it didn't have any effect. I swear their skin must be made out of dragonhide, considering how resistant they are to magic."
Harry shook Alphonso's hand, dazed by his energy. The man was short and balding, and he had a distinctive beak of a nose. The man seemed constantly in motion, even when standing still. He made expansive gestures when speaking, and it was difficult not to get caught up in his rhythm.
The man wore a teal-coloured robe with grey sleeves and trim, with a symbol of a hammer with a Rune carved into it on his right breast. It looked like an official guild uniform, but Harry was confused why Tonks didn't have to wear one as well.
Alphonso noticed his look and grimaced. "Tonks does her own thing, and she never listens to me. The lack of respect kills me sometimes."
"Stop being dramatic, you old fool," Tonks snorted.
"I am looking to join your guild," Harry said. "I don't have to take on any commissions or have an official title, but I would like to be in and around the place and have access to learning materials."
"Two conditions," Alphonso raised two fingers in emphasis. "One, we can advertise that you have joined our guild to attract new guild members and receive more commissions. It's an undeniable fact that your popularity would cause some to join by your name alone."
"Agreed," Harry said reluctantly. "As long as I don't have to do any promotions in person or any sort of work that has me interacting closely with the general public unless I start taking commissions."
"Excellent," Alphonso replied. "The second condition is of the utmost importance. You must love being an Artisan. It cannot be some casual hobby that you throw away when you become bored. I want dedication."
"All right," Harry replied easily. That wasn't going to be a problem.
"Then let's get the paperwork sorted out," Alphonso cheered.
"Wait a minute," Daphne said, placing a hand on Harry's arm. "It is wise to get the terms written down in an agreement. Otherwise, there is too much room for exploitation."
"Young lady," Alphonso protested. "You have wounded me with your insinuations."
"You'll get over it," Daphne said bluntly, before turning to look at Harry. "I can get my father to help you write up an agreement."
"Well, I know nothing about that sort of thing," Harry shrugged. "So, I will defer to your judgement."
"I will ask my father," Daphne said, looking pleased. She turned and left the guild.
"I will go and get some parchment and quills," Alphonso replied happily, bouncing away, seemingly not bothered by what Daphne had said.
"Well, you certainly scored some points with her," Astoria said, looking impressed.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't know how many suitors there are pursuing Daphne, hoping to get her hand in marriage," Astoria said. "Our family is wealthy, almost on the same level as yours, and she is the Heir to the Greengrass family, so it has attracted a lot of greedy bastards looking for a free handout. They think her sole ambition is to stay at home, barefoot and pregnant. They are a bunch of absolute plonkers. If you want to pursue her, then know that making her own decisions is important to her."
Harry frowned, jealous of the fact that Daphne was being pursued by other guys. He had only known Daphne for a short while, but he was already feeling possessive towards her, just like he did with Gabrielle. Soon he would beat his chest like a caveman and carry them off to his cave. Not the worst thing to imagine.
"Getting romance advice from her sister is a positive sign," Tonks said, giving him a thumbs up. "You have the opportunity to woo the maiden. Proceed forth and gird your loins for the battle ahead, my young padawan."
"Please shut up," Harry scowled.
Daphne returned with her father and Sirius, who was curious about a name he heard Daphne mention. When he spotted Tonks, he walked forward to greet her with excitement.
"Little Dora," Sirius exclaimed. "I haven't seen you since you were a little girl. You certainly have grown up into a beautiful lady."
"Who are you?" Tonks asked.
"Sirius Black," he replied. "We are related, as I am your mother's cousin. She was always my favourite in the entire family."
"You have a funny way of showing it," Tonks scowled. "All these years, you haven't even sent a single letter to us, have you? Didn't bother to visit either."
"Dora..." Sirius began.
"Save it," Tonks stood up, her hair flickering between pink and red, revealing how angry she was as she stormed out of the room.
"I deserved that," Sirius admitted. He moved over and sat down in a chair, looking pensive. Astoria sat down with him and chatted away, trying to cheer him up. One thing he understood about Astoria was that she was very emphatic, and didn't like seeing others upset.
"She'll come around," Alphonso said sympathetically. "I sure hope you don't upset her again, otherwise you and I will have words. She is like the daughter I never had."
Daniel Greengrass drafted a simple agreement and Harry and Alphonso signed it. Harry finished the paperwork to join the guild, and he was declared an official member of the guild.
"I will make your own guild robe and send it to you," Alphonso said, running an experienced eye over his body to calculate his measurements. "There is also a guild card, but that will take longer, and you will have to pay for it, I'm afraid."
"How much is it?" Harry inquired.
"Five galleons," Alphonso replied. "It may seem costly, but it is a quite complex bit of magic. It holds information on your standing within the guild and acts as official identification as well. I will need to see your grandmother for permission, however."
Harry paid the man, and the man stored the galleons in his pouch.
"Let me show you our facilities," Alphonso said, leading him upstairs. Harry followed him and was shown the second floor where the entire floor was laid out with different stations, each with its own equipment related to different crafting professions. It was a completely open space, and the dimensions of the room were much larger than what the building could possibly accommodate.
"The room is laid with Extension Arrays," Alphonso explained. "However, you cannot extend the space inside a room infinitely, as it takes a lot of magic to hold a stable space. The magic cost increases exponentially the further you increase it. No one knows exactly why, but some liken it to a rubber band. The more you stretch it out, the thinner it becomes, and the less resilient. For it to remain stable, more magic is required to compensate for it."
Harry walked around and examined the different stations with interest. There was a smithy for forging items, equipment for tailoring clothes; a tannery for skinning and creating leather out of different magical beast hides; a station for crafting jewellery; a woodworking station; an area set up for enchanting and testing arrays, to name a few. It was an Artisan's dream setup and Harry definitely wanted all of it in his own workshop. Maybe he could get Alphono's help in setting up some Extension Arrays as well. For the moment, he imagined they would be beyond his capabilities.
"An Artisan is not only an Enchanter, but a crafter," Alphonso explained. "A lot of Artifacts depend on the materials and craftsmanship of the object itself to be flawless. Artisans do not want to leave this step up to others to complete. Furthermore, for some complex creations, the arrays are layered into the object as it's being made. This may give it additional features or enhance its power."
"Do Artisans specialise in a single craft or do they do everything?" Harry asked.
"Usually, the former. It takes a lot of time and effort to master a craft, let alone multiple. There are some that specialise in more than one profession, but they are rare. My speciality is in tailoring clothes, and Tonks is looking to specialise in jewellery. Her Metamorphagus abilities allow her to work with tiny objects easier than most."
"I can imagine. Thanks for showing me this. Why aren't there any stations focused on technology, like engineering? Combining technology and magic should be popular, shouldn't it?"
"Ah," Alphonso grimaced. "You will find that most of Europe is intolerant of working with Muggle technology, and there are even laws that restrict Enchanters and Artisans from enchanting Muggle objects. Which is hypocritical, as wizards have used their technology in the past. Take the Hogwarts Express as an example. You cannot separate the two worlds, no matter what the traditional old fossils think.
"It has led to a shortage of experts in Europe in the field of Magitech, as the Americans like to call it. In order to learn more, I suggest going to places like America and Australia. They are a lot more open about it and far more advanced than anything you see here. It's fascinating, and I wish I could study it as well, but I'm afraid I'm too set in my ways to learn an entirely new field."
"What about Matthieu Bernard in France?" Harry asked. "I was told that he incorporated technology and magic to operate in tandem."
"He is an exception to the rule in Europe," Alphonso sighed. "Such a remarkable man, and he must be incredibly busy being in such demand. I wonder what that feels like. France is probably the most progressive country in Europe, so it doesn't have laws against enchanting Muggle objects."
"He will outfit my workshop with arrays so I have access to electricity and my usual equipment," Harry informed him.
"Building your own workshop already? You are serious about becoming an Artisan aren't you?" Alphonso said with approval.
Harry checked the time and realised he needed to get moving. "Before I leave, can I get any advice about reinforcing my workshop to make it more durable?" Harry explained his method of adding Reinforcement and Incombustible Arrays to the wood, and Alphonso was shaking his head at the end of his explanation.
"Adding a Reinforcement Array to every piece of wood is overkill," Alphonso said. "It probably will only need to be added to one in every five to gain a lot of durability, if you space them out equally. The Incombustible Array is the same. The building won't burn down if there are enough arrays spaced out to stop the spread of the fire. Buildings are the sum of the whole and not just the individual parts."
Alphonso allowed Harry to borrow some books on enchanting before he left the guild and met up with the others. He was eager to return home and finish his workshop. Now that he didn't have to exhaust himself adding hundreds of arrays to the building, he may be able to finish it before he left for Hogwarts.
"What about getting an owl to send letters to your friends?" His grandmother asked.
Harry sent Fawkes a questioning look, who looked away pointedly with a yawn. It didn't take words to communicate that the Phoenix wouldn't deliver his mail for him. The lazy sod.
"I better get an owl," Harry replied.
"We shall part ways here," Daniel said. "There is a prior engagement we have to attend to."
The girls said goodbye to Harry, and Daphne reached out to hug him, which was a pleasant surprise. Sirius and Remus teased him about it as they walked towards Eeylops Owl Emporium, but his grandmother shut them down quickly.
They entered the store and heard the cacophony of dozens of owls nestled in their cages. Harry walked down the aisle, looking at all the different varieties of owls. There were quite a few other species besides the common barn owl that was prevalent in Britain. It was the main method of communication for magicals in Europe, after all, so it was a huge market. It sounded terribly inefficient, but there was a certain charm to communicating with letters that made up for the inconvenience.
Harry stopped at the back of the store when Fawkes nudged him and looked up and gestured to a beautiful white owl watching them from her cage. Her amber eyes stared at them unnervingly, as if she was passing judgement on her subjects.
"She is a snowy owl," the store owner explained. "Quite rare in Britain, but they make fantastic delivery owls. No one has bought this one because she bites anyone who tries to touch her. Has a lot of pride, but it is well deserved. She is unusually intelligent for her species."
Fawkes sent him an image, urging him to choose her, and Harry looked at him in disbelief.
"You want me to get attacked as well?" Harry asked, and Fawkes became more insistent. "Fine, but if she draws blood, you better heal me, you hear?"
Harry reached out a hand to the cage, almost pulling back in anticipation of getting bitten, but the owl didn't attack him. Instead, she nuzzled his hand, and looked at him imperiously, demanding to be released from the cage.
"It looks like you found your owl," Remus remarked.
"She reminds me of you, Minnie," Sirius shivered. "Her gaze alone can strip flesh from bone."
"Stop calling me that, you man-child," Minerva said irritably.
27th August
Over the next week, Harry made incredible progress on his workshop. He began by practising inscribing the two arrays onto a piece of wood. It took him some time to master it, as he had to get used to using the new runic pen, which was more rigid, and had a sharper point to carve out runes onto the harder surface. His wrist was sorely abused, but it was worth it.
Once that was done, he measured and cut all the timber he needed for his workshop and began inscribing the two arrays onto the wood. In order to complete all the arrays quickly, he worked twelve-hour days and was exhausted by the time he finished three days later.
Yesterday, he began constructing the frame for the entire workshop. The process was going faster than he imagined with magic at his disposal. He levitated the wood into position and secured them with nails. However, he was slowed down by having to constantly check the construction plans to ensure that he was doing it right. This kind of work was unfamiliar to him, and he wanted to get it right the first time.
The framing for the first floor was finished, but the second floor and roofing were more complex, which would take him some time. He had to wonder why he decided to add a second storey to the building, as it wasn't absolutely necessary, but he wasn't about to change his plans at this point in time.
If he rushed it, he should finish the workshop on Monday, two days before he had to depart for Hogwarts. There will be no interior to speak of, just an empty shell. However, it should be considered finished and the task complete, at least he hoped that was the case. Then he would have to wait as Matthieu Bernard inscribed the arrays into the building, which would take some time. The man would also add the Extension Arrays to the building, saving Harry from having to ask Alphonso.
Matthieu's asking price was expensive, but his grandfather paid it without hesitation. As he explained to Harry, it was an investment for the Potter family. The most successful Artisans earned a lot of gold, and most of Harry's earnings would stay in the Potter family vault and earn interest anyway.
Matthieu could do it in a month's time. The wait would have been much longer, but Gabrielle used her father's influence to get Harry's job pushed to the front of the Enchanter's schedule. Harry was grateful for her help, but it wasn't that urgent. He wouldn't return home until the Christmas Holidays.
Recently, they had been spending more time together than they usually would, as they were about to be separated when they went to different schools. They would keep in touch through letters, but it wasn't the same as talking to each other in person. Then there was also the fact that she was jealous that Daphne would attend Hogwarts with him. He had to reassure her that he was not going to forget her. The conflict was resolved when Daphne visited earlier this morning and took her aside to talk to her.
Harry was not privy to the discussion, but the two girls looked happy about whatever they had discussed. They joined him on the sofa and snuggled into his side. Even Harry was not dense enough to not notice that something had changed between the three of them.
"What's going on?" he asked nervously.
"We have decided that you will date both of us," Daphne said matter of factly.
"Huh?"
"Daphne suggested we get it sorted before leaving for school," Gabrielle said. "I'm very possessive, so I was jealous that you and Daphne would become a couple while at Hogwarts and leave me behind."
"Right, makes perfect sense," Harry said with a dumb expression.
The two girls giggled and leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, causing him to feel a little hot under the collar. While he was not totally surprised by the situation, he was surprised that they were so accepting of sharing him as a boyfriend.
"Doesn't it bother you at all?" Harry questioned.
"Not really," Daphne shook her head. "I have seen a few polyamorous relationships growing up, and most of them work well together. The wizarding world is surprisingly open about these kinds of relationships. The key is getting along with each other, and not just with the one who we are sharing."
"And to communicate," Gabrielle added. "We have to learn to share our thoughts when we are unhappy about something. If we let it fester, it may lead to resentment. It only works if we work at it together."
"Well, thanks for making me the happiest guy in the world," Harry said seriously, causing them to laugh.
They settled into companionable silence, reflecting on the change in their relationship. Harry was both excited and scared to have two girlfriends. What bloke wouldn't want to be in the same position as him, with two beautiful girls in his arms? The problem was that he didn't know anything about relationships, and he was afraid of messing up. Then again, he was only thirteen, so he was not expected to know everything. He would just have to muddle his way through it and see how it turns out.
"Harry, do you know anything about your grandfather's situation?" Daphne asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"You mean how he supposedly died and came back from the dead?"
"What is this about?" Gabrielle asked curiously.
Harry explained how it was believed that his grandfather was killed by Voldemort when the Potter Mansion burned to the ground. Luckily, his grandmother was at Hogwarts at the time, or she may not be alive today.
"Voldemort lied to gain credit for my grandfather's demise," Harry said. "Something else obviously went down, but I have no idea what it was."
"I know some of it," Daphne said. "I will tell you, but you cannot share it with anyone else."
"I promise," Harry nodded, eager to learn what had happened.
"I will not tell anyone," Gabrielle echoed.
"I found a message from my grandfather in the library, written in our family grimoire," Daphne said. "I don't know why my parents left the book out so I could read it, but maybe they just forgot to put it away. Or maybe they wanted me to find it. In any case, my grandfather explained the sequence of events that led to his disappearance. He probably knew something would happen, so he left an accounting of why he chose the path he took."
Daphne shared the story of how Charlus approached her grandfather about abandoning their family's magic to get rid of the crippling weakness that plagued their families. Charlus was looking for the ritual that summoned Modor, the deity that originally blessed some families with family magic. He mentioned feeling guilty about not telling his son what he was about to do and hoping he would be forgiven when he returned. That was his last entry, however. He didn't return, and my parents were clueless about what happened to him for years. It wasn't until Charlus showed up a few weeks ago with his body that they finally learned his fate."
"Do you think this Modor did something to them?" Harry mused, pondering over what Daphne had shared.
"I believe that the supposed deity is not as benevolent as she seems," Daphne scowled, looking upset. "She has a huge presence among wizarding families, who worship her like she is a saviour of magic. What a load of bullshit."
"Do you mind me asking what was wrong with your family that your grandfather felt he needed to take this step?" Gabrielle asked, patting her hand.
"Our family was inflicted with a blood curse when we received the family magic," Daphne replied, laying her head on Harry's shoulder after he placed an arm around her in comfort. "It's a curse that robs a witch and wizard of their life at a young age. If it wasn't for my grandfather, Astoria or I would have been inflicted with it as well. It seems to always skip a generation, so our family was due again."
"Then it was worth it," Harry said firmly. "No matter what benefits your family receives, it is not worth your life."
"Your grandfather was a brave man," Gabrielle said with respect.
"Yes," Daphne finally smiled, proud that her grandfather had sacrificed his life so his family could live.
Later that evening, Harry was in his room, absorbed in a book about creating Talismans. Now that his workshop was nearly finished with the first part of the build, he wanted another project to sink his teeth into once he got to Hogwarts. He never lost sight of the fact that he wanted to emulate his favourite X-Men character. He would still work on crafting different arrays to complete the task the Source had given him. Otherwise, he would focus on learning how to craft Talismans to throw and damage targets.
Harry would refer to them as Cards, however, as that sounded cooler and fitted in with the theme he was striving for. Essentially, Cards used two primary techniques to fit complex arrays onto their compact size, called Micro-Inscribing and Inscription Layering.
Micro-Inscribing was the art of inscribing arrays that were a lot smaller than a traditional array, and it was incredibly challenging to accomplish. It took a lot of hand-eye coordination and dexterity as you had to use a miniature-sized runic pen to inscribe it. Additionally, they were expensive to make, as both the ink and the material it was inscribed on had to be of the highest quality. This was to maximise the power you get out of the array.
Tonks used this technique to inscribe arrays onto jewellery, along with another method she kept secret from him. Harry assumed that there was a method for shrinking arrays to better fit smaller objects, but it must be limited, or incredibly complicated; otherwise, they would be more commonplace. The necklace he used to wear must have utilised a similar method.
Harry spent two shop points and brought one of the small runic pens from the Source. He tried inscribing an array with it but found it incredibly awkward, even with his enhanced dexterity. Not only was it difficult to inscribe with such a small pen, but he would need some magnification to see what he was doing. He would need to purchase an eyepiece that had a magnifying lens attached to it.
Harry felt that his next level-up would help him with this technique. He would gain another skill called Steady Hands, which sounded like it worked in tandem with Dexterity to help him inscribe runes. Once he completed the workshop, he would earn enough experience to level up to seven and almost reach level eight in one go. It would be a relief, as he hadn't earned much experience lately, due to not making other items. If he wasn't so focused on the workshop, he would have created some furniture to outfit it.
The best Cards would use the second technique, Inscription Layering. Basically, it was a method to lay separate cards on top of each other and connect the arrays together with a Conduit Sequence. With this method, he could create cards with a lot of power, or with several different functions. Learning it would take some time, as it looked incredibly complex.
When Harry heard a noise, he looked over at the window. There were two perches placed side-by-side, one each for Fawkes and Hedwig. After browsing through a book on the History of Magic, he had come up with the name for his new owl, which she had taken a shine to.
"Stop harassing her, Fawkes" Harry sighed. "Hedwig is about to get violent."
Hedwig barked in agreement, ruffling her feathers and sending the Phoenix an annoyed look. Fawkes blinked, offended by the slanderous accusations.
The two got along like oil and water. He hoped he wasn't driven crazy before they finally learned to tolerate each other.
So what do you think? I had to add Tonks into the story, as she is another favourite character of mine. But I decided against making her an Auror this time.
Thanks for reading.