December 31st, 1894 — Diagon Alley, New Year, New You

She had been to London before—once to attend the Ministry of Magic, and to acquire school supplies as a child. Gwyn Conway had never had an opportunity to have fun in the city, though, and even though she sometimes found even Hogsmeade overwhelming, in comparison to the Glen, she was practically vibrating with excitement at the opportunity. The young dragonkeeper had always been the sort to wear her emotions on her sleeves—and express them quite readily—which, in this instance, meant she was no doubt particularly obnoxious.

"...know we're here on buisness," the witch retorted as she and Howell stepped through the entry to Diagon Alley, "but after. Really, Howell, you could do with lightening up."

This was about as likely as dragons teaching potions at Hogwarts, but Gwyn nonetheless believed her...not quite father figure, but perhaps cranky uncle figure would be much happier if he sought and expressed joy more than once a quarter.

— Howell Howell —

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“I don’t like London,” Howell retorted, with a hmph. He liked being out of the Glen little enough when he came alone, but Gwyn tagging along made London somehow more unbearable than usual. Perhaps because he had to be doubly anxious – once for himself, and doubly in case she would go tearing off getting into trouble and probably end up stabbed and bleeding out in a gutter somewhere. She had no sense of danger. “And I’ll thank you not to give me advice.”

Or he would give her some in return. Namely that she would be clever to keep her mouth shut and stop getting on her nerves, else she could skip off home to the Glen right now.

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