#drxppingpxint

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drxppingpxint Richard was waiting for his mother in his room, blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His mind was already alight with possibilities of what magical things he would learn tonight. He was jittery with excitement as he stared at the door. Willing for it to open. Due to Robert being a muggle, they had to keep the visits secret, restrained to before Richard went to bed to avoid suspicion. He was always excited to hear more about witches and wizards, but a small fear had been accumulating in the back of his mind. What if he wasn't magic? Helen had seen the letter and had quickly hidden it in the safest place she could think, her bra. She didn't want Frank to find it before she could give it to her child. So once it was night, she waited near the child's door, trying to figure out a way to explain the letter and everything.