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Lydia Drage

Witch, looking for work
 
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Amanda
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Lydia woke to the sun crashing in through her window. She covered her face with her elbow, forgetting for a second where she was. Then she remembered. Her breath hitching, she reached under her second pillow, the one crammed against the wall. She grabbed the journal and held it to her chest. It was small and silver, not much bigger than a postcard, and tied with purple ribbon. Lydia pulled on the bow and turned to a random page. It was penciled in delicate handwriting that made her heart ache:

Whether or not you know this yet- and you will someday, I promise- your house does not define you.

Whatever that means
. Lydia dressed and pocketed the journal in her mustard-colored robes. She groaned at the assortment of plants lined along the back wall, next to the dresser. They had not taken over the room, yet.

It was strange to revisit a place she used to live in, so long ago. Was this home? No, not really. To be honest, Lydia hadn't thought much about New Zealand since she was ten, when they moved back to the States. When she, Olivia, and the twins were very young, they were dragged back and forth across the world. Then, all of a sudden, their mother put a stop to this. Said they deserved to have a consistent home to come back to. Lydia shipped off to Ilvermorny the following year, but her mother stayed true to her word and lived in the same sturdy farmhouse until, well, this turn of events.

Lydia descended the staircase. On every available space were living things of every color- some still, some wriggling, some ugly, some gorgeous. She sighed as she swept away a spot on the counter to heat a pot of water and cook some breakfast. One of the plants wrapped around her wrist with a slimy tendril; she slapped it away with a yelp.

Plants, plants, everywhere. More found their way into the house daily. Like the kettle, Lydia was set to boil. As she waited, she stepped out into the garden for some fresh air. The garden- torn up to hell and back. No one had asked her opinion on the matter. She squinted at what she thought was a rock for some bizarre new landscaping, but then she noticed the rock was covered in clothes and rumbling like a thunderstorm. Lydia reached down and grabbed the lump by a shoulder, shaking it awake.
 

Olivia Drage

Self-employed Herbologist
 
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Amanda
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Olivia woke, mumbling, "Thought I was safe out here." She didn't appreciate the bony fingers digging into her skin, and shook them off. A night at the Leaky Cauldron had sent her stumbling home. She was too tired and disorganized to make her way into the cottage, so she decided to sleep it off in the place she loved best. The house was stuffy with memories, anyway; she wanted to fill it all with life. With her head pounding, Olivia curled up again, inhaling the smell of good, rich earth. "I'm completely happy where I am, thank you."
 

Lydia Drage

Witch, looking for work
 
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Amanda
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Lydia snorted and stepped back. Her sister was caked with dirt and greenery. "You know, Olivia, you might as well dig out a hole in the ground and live in there. I swear- what in the world did you get up to last night?" Without waiting for a response, Lydia swished her wand, and earth, leaves, and grass clippings exploded from Olivia's clothes and hair. The yard was tilled and excavated, with random plants grounded here and there, and plenty of empty space between. What a mess it was.
 

Olivia Drage

Self-employed Herbologist
 
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Amanda
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Startled by the rush of magic, Olivia crawled up to her knees, grumbling, "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? Are you stupid, or what?" She rose to her full height, towering over her younger sister. Where Olivia was tall and wide, Lydia was short and bony. They were only a year apart, but they were constructed so differently, they might not be related. Olivia had every mind to tell her sister where to shove that wand of hers, and her proper ways, to boot.
 

Lydia Drage

Witch, looking for work
 
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Amanda
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Lydia wrinkled her nose at her sister. "You looked like a flesh-eating slug. You are welcome." A high-pitched whistle reached her ears. As she turned her heel, she asked, "Do you want a cup of tea? Or some coffee?" Olivia certainly looked like she needed a jolt of caffeine. Lydia was tempted to figure out what her sister had been up to last night, but she had learned that sometimes with Olivia, it was better not to ask.
 

Olivia Drage

Self-employed Herbologist
 
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Amanda
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Olivia didn't hesitate with a reply, taking note of Lydia's robe color. "Well, you look like a plucked puffskein." Obviously, this wasn't true- Lydia was always put-together, and early morning was no exception.

Rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck, Olivia reached for her wand. Thankfully, it was there. If her mother had known how many times she lost it over the years, she probably would have permanently affixed it to her wrist with a charm. Luckily, their conversations had been limited. "Coffee," she replied bluntly, not looking back at her sister.

Olivia waved her wand, shifting earth, stones, and vines into a rectangular mound. It took some concentration, but she managed to construct a seatback and moss cushion. Grinning to herself, she flopped back onto the new bench, admiring her work and enjoying the sunshine. She was good at some things.
 

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