This was going to be her front door soon, which caused another little beat of cognitive dissonance for her. She'd moved before — from Ottery St. Catchpole to Hogsmeade, and obviously back and forth to Hogwarts every year — but this was the first house that would be hers, and that felt admittedly weird.

She stood on her toes to get a better look at the charts. "I like them," Zelda said with a genuine grin. They were very Alfred, but not in a way that felt closed-off — they reminded her of him, was all, and of his flat in London. "Of course we'll keep them."

She didn't know what she was supposed to be looking for here — she would be the lady of the house, but she didn't really understand what a lady of the house did, especially with her mother dead.

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