Paradise Found | Hogwarts Legacy Love Story

Magizoology Tip #10

Beatrice was there the night her mother died. She saw through the crack in the cupboard, the face of her mother lying on the ground, and gasping for air as blood spilled from her throat.

She was there when her father got home and the first thing he did was complain about the stains on the rug. Stains that could be wiped with a tergeo cast. That night, he made Beatrice scrub the carpet with her bare hands and an overly acidic pail of water.

He made her scrub the carpet until her hands bled and the acidity burned her.

Even now, she glanced down at her hands to see a few of the scars from that night. Two different hands had held hers in the Hogwarts Express and these lifeless hands of hers had known warmth.

"You're the type to get stuck in your head a lot, aren't you?" Poppy leaned forward with a kind smile, "It's not too scary to let people in, you know. But who am I other than some witch you've known for five minutes?"

Poppy, Beatrice decided, was someone she wanted to be friendly with. A soft smile spread across her lips, "It is scary, but with great risk is a great reward no?"

The witch beamed and gestured for her to continue walking with her, "Have you eaten yet? The Hogwarts Kitchen serves delicious food. But if there's French on the menu, I'll take you to the Three Broomsticks. I hate French food."

Magizoology Tip #10

Never come between a witch and food. It's like trying to steal gold from a goblin.

Thankfully, there wasn't French on the Menu. Poppy wanted to show her the Hufflepuff Common Room, but got vinegar poured on her instead. Apparently, it'd changed since she graduated several years ago.

Somehow, Beatrice didn't really find that surprising. She pointed this out over the cinnamon roll she was currently making a mess with in her hands. The sweet roll was covered in icing and because neither of them wanted to wait until the pan had cooled; the heat was causing the icing to slide off the bun.

Poppy shrugged and said, "How long are you going to stay in the U.K.?"

"Probably for a while. Ominis said I can stay with him until I'm back on my feet." Beatrice replied easily, taking a bite. She chewed for a moment, thinking about her options, "I'd like to find work. Maybe as a local vet or zoologist."

"Ominis is rich. Why not just ask him for money?"

That caused her to frown, "I feel bad enough having to inconvenience him by staying at his house. I don't want him to spend one dollar on me."

"Then it's a good thing we use pounds here." It was Sebastian, walking into the kitchen with Ominis by his side.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, "Glad to see you two haven't killed each other yet."

Sebastian reached for the cinnamon roll in her hand, "Is that a Chelsea bun? I used to love those."

The witch held it away from him, "There's a whole pan. Get your own."

"Stingy." Sebastian teased lightly, seeming to be in a better mood. He'd repaired his shredded shirt and moved towards the rolls which were still cooling, "Ominis, do you want one?"