Hah!

[alt_pansy]

Apon a time (once) there was a girl with apple cheeks and an affable (did I use it right?) air who liked ambling around the park and angling for fish, even though she hated eating them, because fish are slimy and gross. She was awfully sweet, and was always generous.

Then her parents died, because that sort of thing happens all the time in fairy stories. So she was all alone.

Awwww.

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[alt_sally_anne]

Your Dad went to America? How did you never tell me about this?

Do you have any pictures from his trip?

[alt_pansy]

It was only for a few weeks. He went all over the place for a whole year, China, and India, and Africa too. When he was in America, he went to Louisiana and out west and things to meet with some Potioneers he'd been writing. They were doing really nift things with alternative ingredients. Some of their letters were in that box of dad's stuff that I got this summer.

[alt_sally_anne]

That sounds utterly nift.