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His Royal Highness, the Wizard-King of Britannia, Albus of the House of Potter, begins his story.
Calling all cynics. Paging all romantics. If you're both, or even if you're neither, that's okay, too.
There are some things you know but don't say. There are some things you say but don't know. Which one is this?
The third time's the charm. Or, it's supposed to be.
You can't have been in Paris without coming to London as a different person. Then again, this is Eugenie.
You can take the girl out of Zurich, but you can't take Zurich out of the girl.
Fate, and history, play funny tricks. But neither is really that funny.
Stories are interesting, magical, awfully complex, and still stunningly simple things.
Butterbeer isn't alcoholic. But you don't need alcohol for the truth, or something like it, to come out.
Everybody loves surprises.
And black currant ice cream.
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