Deagret Wyckland

Sept. 6, 2020, 6 p.m.

Wait, isn't this like? Illegal?

Deagret's brows were pulled together and her eyes were wide like saucers. What the heck? "Arranged marriages still happen in the modern wizarding world? Isn't that like, illegal, considering you're not even fifteen?"

What kind of things did pureblood families get themselves into? Dea wasn't sure, but the thought made her shudder. She would be just as upset as Norah was, if she were being honest. Like, really, this just did not seem normal for teenagers.

Dea watched as Norah's eyes began to shimmer a little, and she opened her mouth to say something, tongue a soft periwinkle from concern. "No, I think you're right to be upset. You should at least have a choice. Like, what's up with that? This is the time when you should be out meeting people and doing stupid stuff, right? They shouldn't just get to control you like this." She took another bite of her own ice cream, pondering on this whole situation. "His name is Magnus. Doesn't sound very stupid to me."

Though, looking down at the pretty hand-written letter, filled with praises and nice words, Dea couldn't help but feel a teensy, tiny bit...kind of jealous maybe but that totally couldn't be what was going on right? No, this wasn't a good situation. She needed to not think this way.