Dolly had had similar hopes of parties and social outings when she'd returned to Britain with her father and husband, and that had gone just fine—up until a few weeks ago, that was!
Despite the six or so months she'd spent in Irvingly, it was still not the most familiar setting to her, and navigating around it without magic or visibility made things even more complicated. She'd resigned to her home, though was most pleased to have her husband—and, most noteworthy at the moment, dear Inès!—with her.
"You have nothing against muggles, do you?" she asked with a glance up from her knitting. "We could invite some of them; it's not as if we have our magic to hide. I've heard many of them have suffered great tragedies of their own before coming here! The fog may just help bridge the gap between the magic and non-magic communities in the area." she added with an encouraging smile.
Despite the six or so months she'd spent in Irvingly, it was still not the most familiar setting to her, and navigating around it without magic or visibility made things even more complicated. She'd resigned to her home, though was most pleased to have her husband—and, most noteworthy at the moment, dear Inès!—with her.
"You have nothing against muggles, do you?" she asked with a glance up from her knitting. "We could invite some of them; it's not as if we have our magic to hide. I've heard many of them have suffered great tragedies of their own before coming here! The fog may just help bridge the gap between the magic and non-magic communities in the area." she added with an encouraging smile.
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