“As much as life lets me,” Porphyria replied with a grin, referring mostly to the constraints - lesser and milder than many - of being a young woman born to money and an impatient temperament, with even the outskirts of society too dull to bear well.

“By profession?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, as they walked. The Fisks were comfortable enough, at least the ones in Hogsmeade; this Fisk did not look as though he had boundless money to throw away - but he must make a living somehow. And if he had made some living out of wandering, as he said, then she was markedly impressed. “I’m intrigued.”

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