Paradise Found | Hogwarts Legacy Love Story

Magizoology Tip #5

Beatrice packed the letters, putting the shoebox into the luggage carefully. "I don't know how to thank you. I'm putting you in a difficult situation. I'm being selfish-"

"None of that." Janice admonished with a firm glare in her direction, "I'm doing this for the defiant woman that's been hiding underneath the years of abuse inside you, Sweetbea. For too long, you've been non confrontational and when you have, you've paid a price that no daughter should have to. But I've seen you when you talk about your research and when you talk about magical creatures, and I want you to be that woman all the time. Don't let your father's words or your desire to have a relationship with him stop you from having a life of your own. I'm sorry to save this, but your father is a wicked son of a bitch. He underpays us and I've only stayed here for you. Grow. Learn. Love. Be happy. But do it away from here, yeah?"

There was a moment of silence before Beatrice felt the foreign need to hug her. She listened to herself, embracing the woman. "Thank you."

Janice patted her back kindly, "You can thank me when your tush is headed to London. But if you're really in the mood to thank me, if you find a nice middle aged, hot British lad in need of a wife, send him my way. I'm about to turn forty and while I'm a lot of things, I refuse to be an old spinster."

A rare smile pulled at her heart strings.

She would miss Janice.

And she would miss the view of the garden where her mother taught her to walk, to read, and to classify every sort of flower or potion ingredient there was.

But above all else, she had to learn that sometimes giving up was the right things to do. She would mourn a broken relationship that had never been a proper one to begin with... Beatrice had to make peace with the past in order to move onto the future. Her future.

Leaving this abusive situation would be her first step towards freedom. It was never the research grant, but her own willpower that was the key. After all, of all days, the Fourth of July felt like the best day to celebrate her independence.

Ironically, by going to England.

Magizoology Tip #5

Don't count your owls before they're delivered.

Beatrice smoothed out the soft pink pastel of her dress. What did one wear to meet a childhood friend after meeting a random man in the middle of the night and using an illegal portkey to travel to a country she had no business of being in?

The key had brought her to King's Cross station where she was sitting outside on a public bench in the early hours of dawn.

She was in England with only a handful of galleons she'd been hiding from her father who counted her earnings personally and was very meticulous with how much money she had on her persons. Even now, she felt the incorrigible need to go back home, and take her punishment with a silenced tongue.

But she didn't want to. She wanted to change. People could change. It was all about choices and her father had made his. She could make her own too.

Now she had to answer to no one... Except for Ominis' letter. She'd brought a quill and parchment to send a letter, but she could also save that, and walk the two miles to Whitehall. It was more like two and a half miles if the map she'd purchased was accurate along with an old discounted copy of Paradise Lost from the train station convenience store.