Chapter 267: Meeting Mr. Boyfriend
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Quinn came running out into the gardens.
"Hide the shovel!" he said hastily.
George and Ms. Rosey, who both were sitting on outdoor furniture under the warm sun, looked up at Quinn, who glanced back behind him in a hurry.
"She got angry, didn't she?" said Ms. Rosey, vanishing the shovel that sat beside George with a wave of her wand. "I told you she won't like it."
"I was being cute! How was I supposed to know she wouldn't like that? Okay-okay, they're here. Act normal, act normal," said Quinn. However, he was the only one who needed to heed his words.
Lia and Abraham walked into the garden with Lia staring at Quinn with narrowed eyes. Quinn flat-out ignored the pointed look and decided to move things along.
"Grandfather, Ms. Rosey, let me introduce Abraham Astier," he said. "Abraham, this is our grandfather, George West, the Head of the family, and the lovely lady here's Ms. Rosey, the one actually in charge here."
Abraham stiffly stepped forward and introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Abraham Astier; it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Lia has told me so much about both of you."
George placed his teacup down and stood up. He walked to Abraham and faced the slightly shorter man. "Abraham Astier. . . I have been wanting to meet you ever since Lia told me about you. I look forward to knowing much about you today," George said as he shook hands with Abraham.
Abraham nodded before remembering what Lia had asked him to do and moved towards Ms. Rosey, who had stood up. He gently grasped her offered hand and kissed it in Ms. Rosey's preferred form of greeting. He felt breath return to him with Ms. Rosey nodded before silently sitting back down, which according to Lia, was a sign that he had passed the greeting phase.
He sighed in relief and turned back with a smile to see Lia and Quinn arguing in not-so-quiet whispers about how it should have been they who did the introduction.
"Children," said George, "come sit."
The West siblings stopped arguing and took their seats. George sat in front of the couple while Quinn took his seat beside Ms. Rosey, seated on the double-seater to the side.
"So Abraham, your accent, it's French, isn't it?" asked George.
Abraham received the cup of tea from Ms. Rosey. "Yes, I'm was born and raised in France," he said; his accent, while not heavy, had a French flavor to it.
"I thought so too," Quinn said, sipping on a caramel milkshake. "You said born and raised — does that mean you studied at Beauxbatons as well?"
"Yes, I did."
"How old are you again?"
"I'm twenty-six this year."
"So you were a year junior to Lia, huh. Did you two know each other back then?"
"I knew him by face and name, but that was it," said Lia. And as for Abraham, "I knew of Lia — well, everyone knew of Lia in the school, she was insanely famous. But we were never acquaintances, much less friends."
"Then how did you two meet and get together?" asked Quinn, interested.
"I met Abraham when I was in France. . . Lyon, wasn't it? I was having dinner when I spotted him in the same restaurant and asked him to join me, and we things started from there," said Lia smiling sweetly.
"So, you live in Lyon in Abraham?" asked George.
"No, I was working in Lyon back then," said Abraha. "I'm from Bordeaux."
"Oh, what's your profession then?" Quinn asked while adding the findings into the new Abraham titled memory book.
Abraham straightened, and a glimmer emerged in his eye. "I'm a chef, trained in French cuisine."
Quinn, the self-proclaimed foody, leaned forward, "Tell me more."
"Well, I have been interested in cooking since I was very young. My mere(mother) is a fantastic cook, and I used to help her out in the kitchen when I was but a child. Then when I was, I would like to say fourteen, I took a summer job as a kitchen porter at a restaurant that used ingredients that didn't go well with magic — I was hired to peel, cut, and do the prep work on them by hand.
"I must have done a good job back then because the Legumier(vegetable chef) told me that I could return the next year and they would pay me more," there was a nostalgic smile on Abraham as he recollected the memories. "I did return the following summer because the money they promised was good, but after the first day, the same chef asked me if I would like to learn from her. I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. I would learn in the morning when the restaurant wasn't open and would work in the evening before the dinner service.
"The summer ended, but the apprenticeship didn't. My teacher told me that I could return the next year. At that time, I wasn't sure if I wanted so I told her I would think about it. But then I started to cook in the dorms when I was hungry late at night. . . then my roommates started to ask me to cook, and before I knew it, I was being paid to cook for my dorm floor."
Abraham shrugged with a lop-sided smile, "It felt good. . . so I decided to go back the next summer, and the summer after that. By the time I graduated, I had decided that I was going to be a chef. I went to the same restaurant and took a formal apprenticeship under the Chef De Cuisine. I learned and worked there for two years before moving on.
"Then I went around the country, working under different chefs and learning everything they had to offer. . . and when I turned twenty-four, I was made the head chef of a new restaurant from a patron who had come to like my cooking."
"Wow, I want to do something like that!" said Quinn.
"You want to be a chef?" asked Abraham. "Y-You can come work for me if you want."
"Huh, no-no, I don't want to be a chef," Quinn waved his hand. "I want to go around the world and learn magic," he crossed his arms with a faraway look, "yeah that would be the dream. . . learning the different cultures to make something of my own." Books were an excellent source of knowledge, but there were other things — little intricacies and nuggets of wisdom, which could only be found where the magic was being actively used by a community.
'Ah, that's right,' thought Abraham, 'Lia said that Quinn loved magic.'
"Where is this restaurant of yours?" asked Quinn. "I would like to visit."
"Ah, I actually left that job," said Abraham, scratching the back of his head.
"Eh, then?"
Before Abraham could answer, Lia took the initiative. "Abraham starts his own restaurant the next month," she said proudly.
"Oh, a chef and a restaurateur, now that's more like it. So where's the new restaurant? I will visit there," said Quinn.
"It's in Manhattan, New York," said Abraham, surprising everybody.
"You got a permit to open a magical shop in Manhattan?" asked George. His eyes went to his granddaughter with a question in them. Lia matched his eyes but didn't deny it.
Manhattan was the magical hub of the United States. Woolworth Building — a building in Manhattan, housed the Headquarters of Magical Congress of the United States of America (MCOUSA), and because of the secretive and controlling nature of the Magical Congress, not anyone could just up open a magical business in the area. If it was a century or two in the past, it would have required a thorough vetting process to get a permit, and even then, a single mistake would result in the termination of the permit and the closing of the business. But today, the area was so high-profile and full of important people that it required connections in high places to do anything in Manhattan.
The fact that Abraham was allowed to open the shop in such a high-profile area and Lia not denying it could mean only one thing. She was the one who pulled the strings.
Lia heard a sound in her ear that came out of everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "Do you own the restaurant building in Manhattan? Blink once for yes."
She recognized the voice and turned to see that Quinn was talking with Abraham about the logistics required to run a restaurant, but she knew it was him.
Lia blinked once.
The voice spoke again, with Quinn still talking with Abraham. "Sell the building to me."
Lia frowned and mouthed, 'Why?'
"Because it's clear that you helped your boyfriend with his restaurant, and from the looks of it, grandfather isn't happy about it. He is probably, no scratch that — he IS thinking less of Abraham right now. If I know grandfather, he's is thinking that Abraham manipulated you into helping him.
"So if you sell the building to me, then that would placate his displeasure as that would take the control out of your hand and into mine. It would separate business from personal, which I'm sure would help when you explain your decision to him later. It's quite elementary, don't you think? How about it?"
Lia pursed her lips in thought for a while before reluctantly nodding.
"Now that's what are we talking about," said the voice projected with the help of sound and vibration magic. "Also, I'm not paying a single knut above the market price."
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Lia closed the door behind her and sighed when the stopper clicked into place.
"So, how did it go?"
She looked up and saw Quinn leaning against the wall in front of their grandfather's study.
"He was upset," Lia said, "as you said he would be."
"Well, that was to be expected," said Quinn as the sibling pair walked away from the study. "You know, he's being protective, right? In our position, the biggest doubt while in a relationship is if our partner is with us because of our money. Someone as young as Abraham opening a restaurant screams him taking advantage of you."
"But, I did it on my own," she said. "Abraham doesn't know I own the building; I used one of our lawyers for lease negotiations. He even went to the permit office and applied for the license and doesn't know that I pushed it along the line to get approved."
Quinn patted Lia's back in comfort. "What's done can't be changed, so we need to move along and remedy the situation. Did you tell grandfather about me buying the building?"
"Yes, I did. Thank you for that suggestion. It helped," said Lia. She peered at Quinn and noticed her brother's relaxed features. "You don't seem to be upset about my choices — even Ms. Rosey was a bit disappointed."
Quinn glanced at his sister before shrugging. "You care for him; I can see that much. And he's at a crucial point of his career, so I can see why you helped him out.
"To be honest, I was tempted to use Legilimency to see what his intentions were," Quinn said, and Lia's eyes narrowed dangerously, "but I didn't do it. . . I believe in your choice of partner. Even if you made a mistake in judging a person's character, I know you won't let anyone bully or manipulate even if you have feelings for them."
And for Quinn, between him and Lia — she was the more dependable one.
Lia stopped and suddenly pulled Quinn into a hug. "When did my baby brother grow up so much? Don't grow up and stay my cute baby brother, please. She buried her face into his shoulder, "You even grew taller than me before I knew it," her hug tightened, "thank you, Quinn."
Quinn hugged her back. "It's okay, don't mention it; you're my dear sister, after all," he said. Quinn knew how much Lia cared for him. Ever since he had come into this world, she had sent him a letter twice every week while she was away, and that had continued throughout the years to this day, and he knew how busy Lia had been during the years when she had just started working, but not once had the letter stopped.
"But you know the problem isn't over, right?" said Quinn.
"What do you mean?" she said, not letting Quinn go from her hug.
"You'll have to tell Abraham that you were behind the setup of his restaurant, or he will find one day, and that won't be good for your relationship," he said.
'Hypocrite.' "Tell him the very next chance you get." 'Hypocrite.' "Come clean and be honest with him." 'Hypocrite.'
"But, what if he gets angry. . ."
"You'd have to take that risk, Lia. Even though I have only the guy for a few hours, I say that he will understand."
Lia stayed silent for a good while before nodding into Quinn's shoulder.
"Okay, now, let's go get some ice cream," said Quinn, ending the hug.
"That's a great idea," said Lia giggling, "the best one you had today; much better than the shovel."
"Don't disrespect the shovel. It holds power you can't even fathom," said Quinn, snorting. "Should we go get Abraham? Where is he staying."
"He's probably already sleeping. He said that today was stressful for him. He's staying at a hotel."
"He could have stayed the night here; why did you set him up in a hotel."
"I said the same thing to him, and Ms. Rosey had even set up a room for us in advance, but he refused."
"Us? As in you two in the same room? Eww. . ."
"Oh, grow up, will you?"
"Decide on one thing, woman. Do you want me to grow up or not?"
The day ended with the West siblings chattering away.
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Quinn West - MC - I'm not paying for the ice cream.
Lia West - Elder sister - A girl in love.
George West - Grandfather - Protective granddaddy.
Ms. Rosey - Kept an eye on Abraham - Her thought — "A lot of work is needed. . ."
Abraham Astier - Chef, Restaurateur - Thinks he did pretty well.
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Chapter 268: The Next In Line
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Quinn stepped out of the fireplace with green flames parting to let him through. He patted his clothes once, and all dust spots from the floo vanished.
"Quinny has come."
He glanced down at the familiar voice, and there stood a house-elf with big glistening brown eyes and floppy ears with a small bronze earring on the helix of each ear.
"I hope I didn't keep everyone waiting," said Quinn.
"Quinny always on time," said Gretsy, the house-elf of the Greengrass household. "Mistress Daphy waiting for you in the lounge. Let me take you."
"Thank you, Gretsy," said Quinn to the cleanly dressed house-elf dressed in a cottage-white toga. A practice that the Greengrass family had adopted from seeing Polly dressed in her uniform-togas. They had even called Polly to hammer down the view into Gretsy, who refused to wear anything other than her makeshift clothing made from pillow covers which had become ragged after years of repeated cleaning.
As they walked through the halls of the Greengrass mansion, Quinn asked, "Is Astoria home?"
"Mistress Tori is home. Doing homework."
"Could you please tell her to come and meet me when she's done?"
"I will tell."
Gretsy dropped Quinn off at the lounge. Quinn entered the room, and as promised, Daphne sat on a sofa with her feet folded to her side. She held a book in her hands that Quinn recognized — it was a healing manual focused on lungs. Advanced material that wasn't in the Hogwarts curriculum and only taught during healing apprenticeships.
She must have heard him walk in as she closed her book and set it down onto the small side table before looking up at him. "You're finally here," she said, "I got tired waiting."
"I'm on time, milady," said Quinn as he sat down beside her. "So, how're you doing today?"
Daphne scooted near him and leaned against Quinn as she replied, "There's nothing much to do at home, so I just end up reading books these days," she sighed, "even Tracey is out traveling with her parents. . . I'm bored."
"What about the garden you were tending to? Did you already do that?"
"No, I haven't started that. . . it's too hot outside."
"Then, do you want me to help you?" Quinn took out a lightly tinted circular vial. "I even brought a potion[alchemic] that will help the growth of the plants that you told me about."
Daphne took the vial off Quinn's palm and eyed the sloshing liquid, which she squinted her eyes to make out its green color behind the tint. "I guess we can do that, but let's wait for a while," she said and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder.
"Whenever you want, I'm free all day today," said Quinn, glancing down at Daphne, looking at her blue eyes and golden hair. "Are your parents home today, or is it just you and Astoria?"
"Just me and Astoria," said Daphne. She looked up at him and noticed that he was looking at her. She gazed back at him and saw that his gaze was shifting to a particular part of her face.
She lifted her head to give him permission and closed her eyes as Quinn dipped his inclined face towards her. She thought his lips were warm and soft as she parted her lips in response to his ticklish licks letting his tongue slip inside.
When they parted, Daphne was left feeling warm and fuzzy and in a fleeting daze.
"Milk and Honey; you had tea recently," he said, commenting.
"Mhm," she voiced softly. She felt Quinn's finger on her chin as it lifted her face up for another round, and her heart was more than happy to oblige.
"Oops!" The two parted with haste at the unexpected sound and looked at the door where Astoria stood with a hand on her mouth and mischief in her eyes. "It looks like I have disturbed you two. I'm sorry for intruding upon your. . . dalliance."
Daphne reddened at her sister's snicker and amusement-filled eyes and glared at her with irritation. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I want nothing, sister mine," said Astoria, still giggling. "It's your boyfriend that wanted me to meet him and called for me."
Daphne looked up at Quinn, a question in her icy blue eyes. She and Quinn only met twice a week in the summer break, and she didn't appreciate it when that time was interrupted.
Quinn nodded, "I did ask Gretsy to tell Astoria that I wanted to meet her."
"And why's that?"
"I have something of importance to ask of her. . . Astoria, if you would," inviting the younger Greengrass to sit with them.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" asked Astoria.
"Well, as you know, the next coming year will be my last at Hogwarts," Quinn said, "and there are some matters that need to be taken care of before I leave."
Quinn reached into his pocket and placed a black and gold card on the table between him and Astoria.
Astoria reached over and picked up the card, and familiarity flashed in her eyes. "Why're you giving me the AID card?" she asked.
"I have an offer for you. It's up to you if you choose to accept it — though I would like it if you would," said Quinn and then pointed at the card in Astoria's hand. "Astoria. . . would you look to become the proprietor of AID after me?"
Astoria gasped as she froze in her spot, her widened eyes dipping down to the card in her hand. Even Daphne sat up straight beside Quinn and stared at him with a questioning look of surprise in her eyes.
". . . What do you mean?" asked Astoria.
Quinn rested his hands in his lap. "AID is something I built in my second year, and it has been five years since that fateful day. It has grown from something that used to handle little problems into something that organized the biggest Hogwarts Quidditch tournament ever held." There was a proud glimmer in Quinn's eyes as he spoke about AID. "And now that I am soon to leave Hogwarts, I don't wish for AID to leave with me. So I've come to a decision to pass on AID to another. . . and that another is you, Astoria."
"M-Me?" asked Astoria, her breath hitching.
"Yes, you," said Quinn. "After thinking about who could succeed me to continue AID — you were the candidate that I deem the best."
"What about Luna? Isn't she part of AID? Shouldn't she be the one to succeed you?"
"True, Luna is part of AID, and she always will be as much part of AID as I am. But she's not fit to succeed AID as the main proprietor. She's more like a stray cat that would come when her heart desires," said Quinn with a shake of his head and a chuckle. "Do you know, when I invited her to join AID, she asked me to pay her in cookies — ah, that was an interesting day indeed.
"I'm sure if I go ask Luna to succeed AID, she would agree, but if I tell her that she doesn't have to and I have another option in mind, she'd decline and tell me to choose them — she will only accept when there's no other option."
When it came to skill, Quinn knew Luna, who he had taught for years to be better suited for the task than Astoria, which was an important factor considering that a lot of AID's requests were magic requests from students who weren't able to cast the required spells themselves, or simply didn't want to take on the hassle of doing so.
"Okay, that sort of does make sense," said Astoria as she had become friends with the eccentric Ravenclaw through Quinn. However, the question still remained. "But why me?" she asked.
"Well, as you must realize, that the proprietor of AID is a unique position in Hogwarts. I personally started it, which makes it a student venture, and as such, it isn't controlled by the faculty — save for the fact that the permission to use the classroom that is being used as the office lays in the hands of Professor Flitwick, but I'm sure as long as AID keeps true to its purpose, which is to help the students, he won't take away the permission.
"But I digress. Coming back to the position of the proprietor. . . Astoria, people don't realize it, but the proprietor of AID holds more power than any other student position in Hogwarts, more than the Prefects or even the Headboy and Headgirl — and I'm both a Prefect and Headboy, so take my word for it."
"How do you mean?" asked Astoria, confused. She looked at her sister, but even Daphne was clueless as her.
A satisfied smile surfaced on Quinn's face as he pulled back his shoulders and raised his chin high. "Do you know why I started AID?" he asked.
"To help the students," said Astoria, repeating the official AID motto.
"Actually, that's incorrect. Sure, helping people is an integral part of AID and the main reason for its success. But the reason for AID's inception was to solely benefit me," said Quinn, pointing both thumbs towards him.
Astoria quirked her brow. "How does AID help you?" she asked, but then the thought flashed behind her eyes. "Ah, you mean the money, don't you? You charge the students for their services, which goes into your pocket! You mean that, right?"
"No-no-no, that's not it," Quinn laughed as he waved his hand. "AID barely breaks even every year. For five years, I haven't pocketed a single knut out of AID — but I have funneled revenue into the workshop, so maybe I have attained monetary gains from it. . . but no, money wasn't the reason I started AID."
"Then what's the reason?" That was her only guess.
"The reason AID was started was to gain favors, or as I like to lovingly call them debts," said Quinn.
"Favors? Debts. . .?" said Astoria, tilting her head.
"A question to you and even you, Daphne. . . why do you think for five years, I have been offering massive discounts on the AID subject notes? It would've been logical to give them on the very first year, maybe even the second, but not every year.
"Would either of you care to venture a guess?" he asked.
Both sisters dipped their chins in thought before looking at each other to see that the other didn't have an idea.
"We have no idea," said Daphne, who had never actually availed the offered discount and had paid. She frowned, wondering why she refused it in the first place.
"Hmm. . . maybe, you two of you aren't the right audience for this question," said Quinn, recalling his relationship with the two sisters. "Astoria hasn't ever come to buy my notes, which I presume is because you use Daphne's. . ."
Astoria nodded. She used the notes that Daphne had kept and not thrown away.
". . . and I stopped offering Daphne the discount after the first time because she was a friend," said Quinn.
". . . You stopped offering me the discount because I was your friend?" voiced Daphne, feeling confused about her words.
Quinn nodded, "I'm not sure if you remember, but the only time I offered you the discount, I spoke the conditions I offer to everyone — I will provide you with a discount and help you out, and you can, in turn, help me out when I need it later. In simple terms, I scratch your back and you scratch mine. But if we look at it from a different angle, everyone who availed the discount owes me a favor.
"Not only that, I offer the same conditions while taking any request that comes through my doors."
Quinn crossed his legs, rested his interlinked hands on his knee, raised his chin, and smirked, "95% of the people who have ever stepped through the doors owe me a favor — be it first years or seventh, quidditch jocks or top scoring nerds, the delinquents or the Prefects, purebloods, half-bloods, or the muggleborns — the likes of Potters, Bones, Longbottom, Nott — all - owe - me - debts."
It was slow, but the realization started to set in Astoria and Daphne's minds. They knew the power of favors — their father had demonstrated it a countless number of times. It was why the children of many lower-grade members of the Grey faction and even the Dark and Light faction would treat them, the daughters of the leader of the Grey faction, with respect and politeness — all of them wanted favors from their father.
"But it doesn't end there," said Quinn chuckling, "do you know the best part about it? Most of them don't even see it as debts they unwilling owe me. . . because I'm helping them, they are grateful, and will very willingly and happily return the 'help' — of course, there are sometimes they don't like it when I ask them of difficult tasks, but they oblige nevertheless."
Daphne stared at her boyfriend, watching him tell Astoria about his various exploits. This was a new side of him that she hadn't seen before. Sure he had always been playful and mischievous, but this side was different — him talking about how he had control over the Hogwarts students. . . she wanted to hear more about it.
"In short, AID was created because I wanted to build myself a network of connections and debts that I could call upon any time — no matter which house, social circle, or social ladder — I have contacts that I can use. And as it stands, that initiative has seen extraordinary success," Quinn said, finishing.
". . . Again. . . why me?" Astoria was impressed, but she still wanted to know the answer to her question.
"Ah, look at me, getting so distracted, my apologies," said Quinn. "My vision of the proprietor of AID is someone who has excellent communication skills and understands the power that comes with the position." He raised his hand and bluntly pointed at Astoria, "You are the person who checks both the boxes.
"Your pureblood background makes other purebloods comfortable. However, you are outgoing, well-liked with a positive reputation, good looking, smart, have ample emotional quotient — all these things allow you to be approached by the half-bloods and muggleborns. And you, a Greengrass, realize exactly how to exploit the asset named AID."
Quinn didn't pretend that things like appearance didn't matter. A person with good looks would have a better impression on people, which was essential for AID. It was all about people and how they perceived things, especially teens.
"You really think I will be able to take over AID?" asked Astoria. AID was a big deal in Hogwarts; everyone knew about it, and the reason it was such was because of Quinn West — he had a reputation for having a solution to every problem imaginable. Quinn West was nigh untouchable in Hogwarts — the top of the pyramid. . . and Astoria wasn't sure if she could stand up to that standard.
"Astoria, one thing you should know about me is that I am very sentimental about the things I get attached to," said Quinn, staring straight at Astoria. "If I thought you, or anyone else, wasn't suitable for the job, I would have shut down AID rather than passing it onto an unworthy person.
"I'm offering this job to you because I think you're suitable."
That felt good to hear, Astoria thought; however, she still had doubts, which Quinn answered without her needing to voice them.
"And it's not like I'll be throwing you into the middle of everything without help. If you chose to accept, I'd teach you the ins and outs of AID before passing it on to you. You'd work beside me for a while before I completely retire," said Quinn, offering training. "And you'll have Luna with you, who you can rely on until you get the hang of things.
"You can take time to decide and tell me—"
"I'll do it!" Astoria said immediately.
Quinn paused and stared at Astoria before asking, "Are you sure? I suggest that you take some time to decide. It's not a small commitment."
"No need," said Astoria, looking at the AID card with bright eyes, "I want to do this."
Quinn glanced at Daphne, who shrugged helplessly; her sister was always the impulsive type.
"Alright then, welcome to AID, Astoria Greengrass," said Quinn with a smile.
Astoria beamed a bright grin before getting up suddenly. She cleared her throat, "Thank you, Quinn, for this opportunity, and I promise I'll not let you down. Now I'll take my leave, and" she smiled teasingly, "leave you both to whatever you were doing."
"Astoria!" Daphne shouted in irritation as her sister giggled and ran out of the room.
Daphne spat a sigh before looking at Quinn, who was staring at her with a different kind of smile. She felt red climb her cheeks as Quinn pulled her close.
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Quinn West - MC - My Hogwarts Legacy will continue.
Daphne Greengrass - Girlfriend - Found a new side of Quinn and is interested.
Astoria Greengrass - Teasing Sister - AID's Successor.
Gretsy - Greengrass House-elf - Has three sets of togas.
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