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Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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All Dressed Up for a Hit & Run
June 13th, 1888 — Wellintonshire

Their trunks were fastened securely to the back of the carriage, a lantern at the front providing some respite from the oppressive fog that had prompted their abrupt departure from Wellingtonshire. Rufina Mulciber had never lived as a muggle and had no intention of starting now, and so as soon as the Fog's arrival in her neighbourhood had been confirmed, the witch had made arrangements to get out of Dodge without delay.

Flora sat to her left and Merriweather across from her as the carriage rattled it's way briskly down the street.

"It's for the best, really," she reassured her stepson. "Besides, you can hardly take advantage of your now of-age magic if magic's been snuffed out like a candle!"

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Merriweather thought that Rufina was being rather dramatic, and had been projecting this feeling in everything he did all morning. Now that they were in the carriage, it was too late to reverse course, and so he shrugged at his stepmother's explanation of her reasoning.

"That makes sense," Merry said, although he did admittedly sound rather unconvinced. It wasn't as if it made a ton of difference.

Rufina was not altogether satisfied that he was convinced, but whatever was next to be out of her mouth was interrupted by an aggressive lurch and bump of the carriage that sent her flying into her stepson's lap.

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His stepmother was in his lap his stepmother was in his lap-!

Merriweather froze in horror, hands awkwardly out at his sides, expression frozen in something like horror. His brain was still stuck on the lurch, and the collision of Rufina, and thinking oh please dear Merlin let my body not make this any more awkward.
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Much like her mother, Flora was sent flying at the carriage's sudden lurch. But rather than being sent flying in her brother's direction, her petite frame slammed up against the interior wall of the carriage, causing her to let out a cry in pain. A flow of tears soon followed, though they were caused more by the sudden panic than the pain.

"Mama, what's happened?" she wailed as she attempted to steady herself.

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The carriage had come to a halt, and Rufina would learn why. She gripped Merriweather’s shoulder firmly in her efforts to push herself into a standing—if bent—position, perhaps grabbing a bit more tightly than intended in the process.

“Flora, are you alright?” she asked her daughter, concern evident in her voice. “And Merriweather? You aren’t injured, are you?”

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