She had said it carelessly, only because she had always found Tutshill so very out of the way and she hated to feel left out or alone – but perhaps Jemima ought to have considered her changed circumstances before she said it. Because wanting to be more around wizarding society was not going to be quite the same now, now that everyone and their mother had heard about the coatroom incident, had all manner of opinions about her, and would be watching her – them – intently, to see what came of the marriage-in-haste.

(She swallowed, and had to work hard not to let her face fall abruptly at that realisation. But – one day soon, she told herself, it would all be forgotten, and then Hogsmeade would be just as fun as it was meant to be.)

“Yes, I do,” she said, nodding keenly to make up for the doubts in her mind. “Mostly in Wellingtonshire,” she admitted, because – well, most of her closest friends were from older and more well-off families; so she had always started off on the back foot when it came to feeling left out or trailing behind – and she did not expect the Greengrass’ house to be right next door to any of them, on those particular streets, “but it will be nice to be nearby.”

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