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February 2011
Hestia Mulberry looked up from her desk, sighing as she took in her newest charge. A six-year-old witch, draped in a gray wool coat, purple mittens, and thick black boots. The moment she had stepped into Hestia’s office, she pulled a book from the shelf, propped it in her lap, and ignored the rest of the world around her.
Hestia found Estrella Drage to be somewhat of a puzzle. She was raised by a Muggle mother, but knew very clearly that she was a witch. The girl had escaped unscathed from a Tube accident that killed seven Muggles, including her mother. Despite being horribly distraught, she named her father, her home address, and an impressive number of magical facts.
The father, Tristan Drage, was a troublesome character. He’d graduated from Hogwarts, worked briefly for the Ministry, and then dropped off the public record. There was an unsavory account in his file left by a retired Auror, but nothing incriminating. Hestia’s biggest worry was that Tristan was nowhere to be found. Based on what Estrella shared, Tristan was not a full-time father. She spoke of him proudly, in the way that young children do.
Tristan’s family was even more complicated. The Drages lived outside of Alta, Norway, and they seemed as cold and uninviting as their Arctic Home. They had no interest in the girl. In fact, they expressed surprise about her existence. Neither the grandfather, the aunt, nor the uncle thought it their responsibility to take the girl in. They promised to pass along the news to Tristan, but at this point, it had been two months, with no contact. Really, all of it made Hestia’s blood boil. The witch couldn’t imagine abandoning her own kin.
Placing the girl with non-magical family outside of the country was not Hestia’s first choice. But it was all she had left. Estrella could not live out her childhood in an orphanage, as she was no orphan, and still had family who cared about her. A Muggle uncle, his wife, and their young son. Breaking the International Statute of Secrecy was a serious matter, but warranted in cases like these. What to do if the father turned up still puzzled Hestia, but she refused to wait on this any longer.
Hestia cleared her throat. “Your uncle will arrive to collect you later this afternoon.”
Estrella glanced up from her book and nodded before returning to the pages. The girl had retreated into her head more and more as time went on. Hestia thought it would do well for her to live in a stable environment. Thankfully, she was used to Muggles, and seemed to understand the importance of discretion.
With her relocation to the States, she would enroll at Ilvermorny, naturally. There was a wizarding community near her uncle’s county for support. Somewhat cruelly, Hestia thought it would be preferable if the father stayed away. It would certainly make the rest of Estrella’s life less complicated.
Hestia lifted her coffee to her mouth. After taking a sip, “How many times have you read that book, Estrella?”
“Three.”
“Well, then. I’ll see that you have a few new books before your trip home.” Hestia’s instinct was to offer a trip to Diagon Alley, but she then thought better of it. It would be wrong to give the girl another taste of the Wizarding World before all but cutting her off from it.
Hestia Mulberry looked up from her desk, sighing as she took in her newest charge. A six-year-old witch, draped in a gray wool coat, purple mittens, and thick black boots. The moment she had stepped into Hestia’s office, she pulled a book from the shelf, propped it in her lap, and ignored the rest of the world around her.
Hestia found Estrella Drage to be somewhat of a puzzle. She was raised by a Muggle mother, but knew very clearly that she was a witch. The girl had escaped unscathed from a Tube accident that killed seven Muggles, including her mother. Despite being horribly distraught, she named her father, her home address, and an impressive number of magical facts.
The father, Tristan Drage, was a troublesome character. He’d graduated from Hogwarts, worked briefly for the Ministry, and then dropped off the public record. There was an unsavory account in his file left by a retired Auror, but nothing incriminating. Hestia’s biggest worry was that Tristan was nowhere to be found. Based on what Estrella shared, Tristan was not a full-time father. She spoke of him proudly, in the way that young children do.
Tristan’s family was even more complicated. The Drages lived outside of Alta, Norway, and they seemed as cold and uninviting as their Arctic Home. They had no interest in the girl. In fact, they expressed surprise about her existence. Neither the grandfather, the aunt, nor the uncle thought it their responsibility to take the girl in. They promised to pass along the news to Tristan, but at this point, it had been two months, with no contact. Really, all of it made Hestia’s blood boil. The witch couldn’t imagine abandoning her own kin.
Placing the girl with non-magical family outside of the country was not Hestia’s first choice. But it was all she had left. Estrella could not live out her childhood in an orphanage, as she was no orphan, and still had family who cared about her. A Muggle uncle, his wife, and their young son. Breaking the International Statute of Secrecy was a serious matter, but warranted in cases like these. What to do if the father turned up still puzzled Hestia, but she refused to wait on this any longer.
Hestia cleared her throat. “Your uncle will arrive to collect you later this afternoon.”
Estrella glanced up from her book and nodded before returning to the pages. The girl had retreated into her head more and more as time went on. Hestia thought it would do well for her to live in a stable environment. Thankfully, she was used to Muggles, and seemed to understand the importance of discretion.
With her relocation to the States, she would enroll at Ilvermorny, naturally. There was a wizarding community near her uncle’s county for support. Somewhat cruelly, Hestia thought it would be preferable if the father stayed away. It would certainly make the rest of Estrella’s life less complicated.
Hestia lifted her coffee to her mouth. After taking a sip, “How many times have you read that book, Estrella?”
“Three.”
“Well, then. I’ll see that you have a few new books before your trip home.” Hestia’s instinct was to offer a trip to Diagon Alley, but she then thought better of it. It would be wrong to give the girl another taste of the Wizarding World before all but cutting her off from it.
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