Damara had laughed in her face when she'd learned Divona would be joining the spellcraft exhibition. She hadn't even told Damona. Divona Dodderidge was not stupid or inept or anything of the sort, but she had left Hogwarts following her O.W.L.s and had, admittedly, been the weaker triplet when it came to spells. She had insisted to her sister that she was answering because she could, but really, it was for a far more embarassing reason.
Entrants were invited to the ball, regardless of their class, and Divona Dodderidge was a closeted romantic.
After (the handsome) Mr. Prewett had finished his remarks, Divona selected a vase from the available props...
...and smashed it on the floor.
"Reparo!" the witch cast, a practical charm that she'd had ample occasion to use over the years since departing from school
It wasn't flashy by any stretch, but Divona knew she could do it well.
Entrants were invited to the ball, regardless of their class, and Divona Dodderidge was a closeted romantic.
After (the handsome) Mr. Prewett had finished his remarks, Divona selected a vase from the available props...
...and smashed it on the floor.
"Reparo!" the witch cast, a practical charm that she'd had ample occasion to use over the years since departing from school
It wasn't flashy by any stretch, but Divona knew she could do it well.
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