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[center][h2][color=B983D6]Viola Stratton: Flourish and Blotts[/color][/h2]
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Mary and Marshal had listened quietly to the conversation between the shop owner and the man who was likely here for the same reason they were. Mary noticed the boy, clearly this man's son, and thought that perhaps they could make an early attempt at getting a friend for Viola, or at least he could be a familiar face when they left to take her to the train station in a few days. 

"Yes, that would be very greatly appreciated." Mary smiled politely at the man. "I'm Mary Stratton, and this is my husband, Marshal," Marshal matched his wife's civil smile, and Mary continued, "we're here with our daughter, who's... somewhere around here. As you can probably guess, we're navigating in the dark here. We didn't even know magic existed until Viola received her letter!"

Viola could hear her mom talking about her from where she was in the shop. She held onto the book about curses and started making her way over to where she had left her parents, figuring that she would be needed in a matter of minutes.[/center]