In less than a months' time, Agape would be eleven. In a couple of months, she would be at Hogwarts. What would she be sorted as? A Hufflepuff like Frida? A Slytherin like most of her family? A Ravenclaw like mama? Or a Gryffindor like the black sheep Meta? She wasn't sure if she specifically wanted a certain house. That made her all the more nervous. What if she hated her house? Or brought shame to the family for the house that she is placed in? Not Gryffindor. She couldn't be placed in Gryffindor. But did she really want Hufflepuff? At least Frida had been a head girl. Could she live up to that? Two out of three of the older girls in her house had earned the title. That was incredibly intimidating. Everyone in the family would look down at her if she didn't get that title.

She had to grow up. No more play time. Agape was considering giving most of her toys to her sisters. Or ask mother to send them to an orphanage. Or to Mr. and Mrs. Claudius Lestrange, for their new little girl. It was time to be a mature little lady. She had finally spoken up firmly at the dress shop last week, telling her mother that she wanted to decide her own pattern. She wanted independence and to find out who she was. As a young lady, as a Lestrange, as a witch, and as a person altogether.

Rather than run around and play, as she had for years, she was taking a stroll through the park with a chaperone. Head held high, dignified. She was a little lady now. She needed to start acting like one before heading off, on her own, to Hogwarts. She recognized a few faces. Kids her age, actually playing. Part of her wanted to join them, but she was proving a point to herself. To the world. She was growing up. And that meant that she had to show that. Display the change that she claimed to be striving for. She was a young lady now.

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