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In Shaftesbury, just outside the town towards Motcombe, is a road called Woolands Lane. That's where I was born, on November 24, 2012. November 24th, 2012. My parents named me Beatrice, after the book my mother cherishes, Beatrix, by Balzac. My father met her when he graduated from Hogwarts and, after getting her pregnant, they got married. I didn't know my father very long. When he heard my little brother Henry was coming, he left us. Mom says we're better off without him. I thought so, but how can a normal mother look after two wizard children? At least that's what helped me mentally accept the fact that I was going to be separated from her and my brother. My grandmother, a witch like her son, told me that after seeing Monet's Impression, Sunrise, I had a fit to see such a sky on such water one day, and flooded my room when I got home. She said it was my first sign of magic, which confirmed to her that I was like her, a witch. I was 8 years old.
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