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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"We can definitely help you with those things," Dora said, making an effort to harness her attention in the proper manner. She'd already been keyed up to do a bunch of Charms work; switching gears right now was proving a little hard. "Those sorts of things are our specialty. What do you want to look at first?" she asked.

She tilted her head, her smile fixed into place because one couldn't chase off the customers by snapping at them for recognizing them in some manner. "Susan Bones, right?" she said, waiting for an affirmative before continuing. "I was a year above you in school, I believe. In Slytherin." She held out her hand, smile just a little sharper. "Pandora Montgomery. I believe you work with my mother and brother."

Everyone knew, of course, that her mother hadn't talked to her since the war. That she hadn't pulled any strings for her at all. That her daughter was a crazy nut of a Death Eater, though some knew more and some didn't. Her mother had ambitions; she'd likely be Minister of Magic in the next five to ten years, if she got her way. And Hyperion was an auror, though Pandora supposed he could be a hit wizard by now, though he hadn't been as much... like their mother as she was.