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First names were most often used by childhood or school friends. If the friendship was made after school age, first names would only really be used by women. Men were far more likely to refer to their friends by their surnames, a mark of familiarity. — Documentation

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Emilia Wright for Jude Wright. Casually alienating offspring since 18882.
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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It Doesn't Mean A Thing
But you were born to be a peasant not a king
So just stop acting like you're running from something
You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing

Midnight, 31st August, 1888 — The Forbidden Forest
The summer had ended, and she had no money to go to Hogwarts. And no wand, either, try as she might. The summer had ended, and the carnival was on its way to leaving Hogsmeade, just like that!

Well, not Daisy - not Silence Daisy, no siree! She hadn't finished with Hogsmeade, and she hadn't finished with the idea of going to Hogwarts. She was a witch, after all, and witches didn't give up! She had spent the day making so much of a nuisance of herself as the carnival packed up - meddling in everyone's things, crashing into people and breaking things here and there - that, kindly or not, most of the folk there had sent her off to be out of the way.

She'd show them, and get out of the way! She'd get out of the way right to the castle on the horizon, aha! With a force of purpose she didn't usually quite manage to cobble together, Daisy had packed herself a suitcase - well, a carpet bag - and snuck off out of Padmore Park, deciding it would be best that she kept out of sight so no one would spot her and drag her back to beat her about the ears for her silliness.

But she wasn't being silly, see, she was being super duper smart and she had skipped into the forest (it was the one place in the area she hadn't explored this summer) thinking that if she wandered upwards wherever the ground sloped, that she would eventually find herself on the hill the Hogwarts castle sat atop. Easy peasy.

It had gotten pitch black around her, and Daisy had gotten into a scrape or five with thorns and brambles and tree trunks because of it, but she had not given up hope yet! "Nearly... there... now," she told herself as she lugged her carpet-bag up the slope behind her with two hands. She had no proof she was right, but she had a feeling.

February had heard rumors from some of the others that sometimes, when the children at the castle were really, really, really naughty, they sent them into the forest at night as punishment. Once the start of term had begun, she found herself hovering near the castle more and more often. She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't, but the days were long and boring and the others were hardly of interest to her. There was no one there that was like her. It was lonely existence.

She'd had a tea party with some other children earlier that day, yet she was left unsatisfied and wanting for more. Finally, after wandering the forest for 14 nights straight - she was rewarded with the sound of a clumsy crashing through the trees. February quietly trailed her for a moment, surprised to find that this girl was headed toward the castle, rather than away - and was carrying a bag. She didn't look like the other children.

Curiosity got the best of her.

"Where are you going?" She asked quietly, a mere few feet away from the girl, who likely hadn't even been aware of her presence in the darkness.

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