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Magizoology Tip #2

"Wait." Her father held up a hand at Emery's order, but it was for Beatrice to stand still. She did so, reluctantly. Her arm still hurt the last time she decided to disobey and walk away without first being dismissed. "Let me get a closer look."

Her skin crawled and prickled with discomfort as the man rose from his card game and took a step closer to her. "Do you have what it takes to be Esmond's wife? You'd have to give up your job and obtain new responsibilities as lady of the house."

So she could host galas and watch on the sidelines as Esmond wasted away his opportunities to spend time in a lab because he was the man? Beatrice knew the Oakes had a taste for the finer things in life, but she didn't realize that it extended to an affinity for misogyny.

"No." For once, her voice was firm and hard. Unyielding. Confrontative.

Emery stopped, his eyes narrowing. "No?"

"Beatrice." Her father warned quietly.

She weaved on a sickly sweet expression. "I woke up at 4am to pick up a dead goat an hour away. Said dead goat decided to release the contents of its stomach all over my lab and then I proceeded to slip on goat feces. After cleaning that up, I spent all day preparing my research for tomorrow and the last hour has been spent with my hands deep inside the goat's intestines to dig out bezoars." She let out a deep breath, "I would rather spend every single day like this for the rest of my life than spend one minute married to your son."

There was a terse silence and then laughs broke out. The congressmen roared with laughter while her father crackled his knuckles. Cleaning spells might be a girl's best friend, but healing spells would take the cauldron cake tonight.

If she survived the night.

Magizoology Tip #2

Humans are nastier than a Nundu's breath.

Waking up with a quiet groan, Beatrice reached for the Wiggenweld potion Janice had left for her instead of breakfast. Janice had worked for her family since around the time her mother died. About 15 years now?

Last night's show of defiance had costed her three bruised ribs. Nothing a Wiggenweld couldn't fix, but her father hadn't allowed her to take one until now. She slept fitfully, each time she turned in her sleep-she'd wake up in pain.

Tilting the vial to her lips, the taste of something floral and sour mixed on her tastebuds. Dittany and horklump juice. It was as familiar to her as was the pain. Ever since her mother died, her father's morality crumbled.

He'd loved her mother like Narcissus loved his reflection. She had been his doll-his perfect object that he'd coveted. She'd been a brunette with blue eyes and soft features. Beatrice had inherited most of her. One of her eyes was her mother's and the other green one was her father. As for the hair... Nothing could explain it. Perhaps a wayward genetic anomaly of the Metamorphmagus gene?

Shaving her head, dying her hair... Nothing her father had tried worked.

The roots were white and then ombré'd to that deep purple color. Honestly, Beatrice loved it. Thought it was neat. But she was the only one who liked her mismatched features when everyone thought she was broken pieces of something mundane.