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{ahri league of legends except with red hair and years and silver eyes}
He had nodded to me and motioned for me to follow him, into a large spacious room with a symbols carved into to stone of the ground. "Ma'am this way" I heard his gruff sandpaper like voice I looked to him as I walked over to a large stone table as sat down "Lay down" an order, hearing it made something inside of me growl in displeasure but obeyed none the less. Laying back as he started to speak in a new tongue, my body felt light but soon all I felt was a crash then pain blinding pain that I was sure I was at least whimpering. But after an entirety it felt like was over and I felt free nothing weighing me down. I slowly sat up things were clearer now my sight was perfect. I was no longer burdened by the need of glasses that always broke, I was free from restrictions and the responsibilities that came with my old self. No more fame, no more faking, and no more following along like a lost soul searching for verification.
I slowly raised to my feet, I turned to the Goblin and bowed "Thank you for taking time out of your day to do this for me." I straightened out and waited for more instructions.
I received silence at first then a gruff "Come!" As they walked back to the office. They both sat down and as she (I am changing the pronouns for them because the glamor forced a change in gender.) waited for him to speak, "Lady McCullough we seem to have an issue, seeing as you are placed down as a potter and that you have gained your inheritance both seem to clash with what has been going on as well as the line of lords and ladies. You fit into that because of the adoption albeit forced you can become the lady of house potter. Now because of your early inheritance you are now emancipated from your magical guardian." He paused and si took that chance to speak "my apologies sir but I have no clue who that is. And since I am emancipated is the trace still in me? Also how would I accept my ladyship's?" I questions bit I was very respectful about my questioning seeing as this could go very wrong if I don't. "That shouldn't be after all everyone should know whom their magical guardian is, we will have to find out who it was. No you no longer have the trace. And all you have to do is place the rings on your fingers and they will decide if you are worthy." He replied to my questions, sighing I nodded "um my final question is do I have any properties that I can use?" He looked at me and nodded "yes you do." He pushed a paper before me and I read the contentsProperties:
McCullough Caisteal (The highlands, Scotland)
The Caisleán (Galway, Ireland)
Potter Cottage (Hogsmead)
12 Grimwald place (England)
Potter mansion (England)I scanned though and picked out McCullough Caisteal "I would like to live here." I pointed to it on the list "well we will have that cleaned up, for a fee of course." I smiled and nodded "of course I wouldn't expect anything less. So how much will this be?" He grinned a vicious smile "50 Galleons" I nodded "45" he shook his head "49" I raised an eyebrow "48" he smirked "Agreeded, well Lady McCullough it seems this will be quiet an interesting time." I smirked as I leaned back "Well sir I would like for you to manage the my vaults and properties as well. If you don't mind." I sounded casual but in reality I was freaking out. His eyes widened and he seemed shocked "Of course if that is what you wish." He stood as did I and walked over to where he was standing "A pleasure Lady McCullough." He offered a hand and I shock it "may your gold always flow" "and my your Enemies fall at your feet, Lady McCullough" I began to walk away before I remembered something "Sir one more thing, is it possible for my parents wills to be sent to me?" He turned back to me and nodded "Certainly Lady McCullough" I bowed in thanks and walked away.
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