𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 [h. potter]

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❝ with freedom,

flowers, books,

and the moon,

who could not

be happy? ❞

- oscar wilde

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LONDON, SUNDAY, AUGUST 29, 1993

THE AIR WAS CRISP WITH A CHILL that subtly hinted at the beginning of autumn in London as 13-year-old Elizabeth Sharpe pulled her navy blue coat across her frame once more, hoping to shield herself from the biting breeze. On such a day, most were enjoying their time at home, wrapped in plush woolen blankets and drinking hot tea as they watched the world pass by outside their windows. However, Elizabeth Sharpe didn't have the luxury of staying in bed today, as much as she might have wanted to.

Today was the last Sunday left before Elizabeth boarded the bright red Hogwarts Express to carry her away to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the rest of the year. The following two days, her mother, Camille, needed to be at work, so they agreed to take the necessary trip to Diagon Alley to retrieve Elizabeth's school supplies for the upcoming year today.

So that's how Elizabeth found herself walking to Wright's Books, the bookshop her grandfather Stephen Charles Wright opened in the late 1960s, and passed on to her mother, who now spent her days restocking the shelves and greeting kind customers. While some might find the work tedious and mundane, Camille loved being able to remember her father while running the shop. He not only passed the store on to his daughter, but also his love of reading. She passed the same passion for literature on to her daughter. At this point, a love of books had to be genetic; anyone of Wright descent was destined to have it.

Elizabeth's father, Christopher Sharpe, shared this love of reading as well. Maybe it's a marriage requirement for Wrights that their significant others love reading. That would explain why Elizabeth had never met a member of her family who wasn't prepared to discuss who was the most influential Brontë sister or the mastery of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. However, Christopher Sharpe held a passion for a different kind of books, not ones filled with tales of princes, or knights, or romance, but stories of witches, and wizards, and magic. And no, they were not the fictional kind.