"To Diagon Alley then!" Ailsa proclaimed merrily as she took her place at the table. "A new cauldron and some lovely blue and silver fabric for a little something special from me," Ailsa added with a quick wink at her husband. She would fashion and decorate a handkerchief, nothing too ostentatious, but enough that Ailsa would know she was loved whenever she saw it. A sash would be glorious of course but she doubted it would be allowed as part of the uniform: the headmaster was a miser after all.

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