The dream of one day being a member of the most auspicious court in wizarding Britain occurred to Marlena occasionally, but suddenly it seemed like a tremendous idea. It would certainly be an impressive claim, though she doubted there would be a place for her amongst their ranks.

“I never would have guessed,” she deadpanned, standing aside abruptly when the door opened and a stream of men came through, paying no attention whatsoever to either her or Miss Vane. One of them even managed to tread on her foot and apparently not notice.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Lena muttered darkly, glancing at the girl. “I think he broke my toe.”

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