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After the Triwizard Tournament, Hazel Potter goes through an early inheritance brought on by now being considered an adult through the tournament. Through this, she learns secrets Dumbledore never intended for her to know and she vows...
Hyacinth had taken a leaf out of her mother's book and dressed in all black with a black satin corset shirt, black cotton, wide-leg trousers and platform boots to add a few more inches to her height. She paired the outfit with a black velvet clutch purse and a crescent moon necklace with matching earrings.
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The portkey was just as bad as she remembered it to be, even worse when taking in the international aspect of it. It took her a few minutes to gather her bearings and not faint before she could recognise where they were. Paris. They were in wizarding Paris, a place she had only read about in books and seen in wizarding magazines.
She looked around, mouth agape for a moment before George closed her mouth with a carefully placed finger under her chin. He looped her arm around his, Fred doing the same on her other side before they gently began guiding her through the busy streets of wizarding Paris.
They slipped down a discreetly placed alleyway between a patisserie and jewellers and emerged in a tightly packed outdoor market. The place could only be described as organised chaos with stalls lining a very narrow street on either side, tightly packed together, nearly on top of each other, if not for the few small, red-bricked shop buildings that separated the stalls every so often.
There were stalls for anything and everything. Dresses, shoes, makeup, food, lengths of fabric, jewellery, and books. You name it; it was on sale. George suddenly broke away from her, and she made to follow before Fred pulled her back. She looked at him, confused.
"It's a surprise", he whispered to her, so she just watched as George went to a stall selling lengths of fabric and slipped the merchant a slip of parchment. She saw the merchant nod vigorously before George returned to his siblings, a broad, cocky grin on his face.
"Ok, Cinth, where do you want to look first?" George asked, slipping a nickname she had never heard him use before. He had only ever called her sis or Hyacinth before this, so hearing him use an actual nickname for her warmed her heart.
"Cinth", she repeated, "I like that. Those pastries look real good", she finished beginning to walk in the direction of the stall selling all sorts of delicious looking fresh French pastries until something caught her eye.
It was tucked away, a little more tucked away than the rest of the brick buildings in the street, and its logo was of the phases of the moon with a woman's hand cradled underneath.
"Hey guys," she said, not looking away from the building, "how old do I have to be to get a tattoo?"
