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    1.  The lock on the office door rattled as the key jiggled back and forth, finally getting the lock to turn.  Esmeralda walked into the office with the day's receipts and earnings.She filed with her usual efficiency, wizard and muggle money locked up separately, and went over the day's accounts.  

    Two identical ginger-haired girls appeared in the doorway.  "Mum, when's supper?" they said together.

    "Why yes, I'd love some help," Esmeralda said, "thanks for asking.  You make a start on the potatoes, and I'll be up as soon as your dad finished enchanting the nose-nipping teacups."

    2.  The locked turned instantly at a tap from George's wand.  George stepped into the office and froze.  Things were out of place, nothing obviously ransacked, but not where Esmeralda would normally put them away.  The nose-nipping teacups were hanging from a picture frame, and the Peruvian darkness powder was sitting where the Togwogmagog jewels ought to be.  There was a wand on the floor.  George picked it up, and it turned into an indignant looking weasel and ran off.

    "Esmee!"  he called up the stairs.  "The twins have been up to something."

    After a moment, Esmee called back, "Could you narrow that down a bit?"

    3.  Long past midnight, the door quavered for a moment and vanished.  A figure in a dark cloak slipped into the office and began searching the shelves.  

    After a few minutes, the figure pocketed a small object and fled as quickly as silence would allow.  There was a flickering in the doorway, and the door reappeared.

    I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his payroll. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

    by Tara the Antisocial Social Worker on Thu Nov 15, 2012 at 07:39:55 PM PST

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