Familial Visit Solo mentioning Dusana S.

It wasn't her first time visiting the United Kingdom, or even London specifically, but it was her first time visiting Dusana's apartment. Her older cousin had spent most of her months after leaving her Hogwarts position with Agata and her family, something of which the Peruvian girl was not complaining about. But now Dusana needed to come home. Start a new job. Be with her family. Apparently, Dusana's mother had Mabel for the day so that the stylish woman could dedicate her time to Agata.

Having taken a portkey to London and then a train out to where Dusana actually lived, Agata finally arrived at the ivy covered apartment. It's imposing black stained door stood over her, and Agata gulped. All these years, finally having someone who could help her on her journey. A friend. Family. But what if Dusana changed her mind? She sighed. Wasn't life just grand when you rethought everyone's words... Banishing the imprudent thoughts from her brain, Agata straightened her spine and knocked.

What ended up greeting her was a sight like a cool summer breeze on warm night. Away went the anxiety, the mess of her thoughts. Instead they were replaced with calm, and a general excitement. There Dusana stood, stylish as ever, makeup on, hair done, poofy pink dress and heels. She would never be seen in something less, and Agata loved her for it. The girl waited for Dusana to step aside to let her in, and when they were both in the hallway of the witch's apartment, Agata turned, dropped her bag, and hugged the witch tight. Burrowing her head into the woman's shoulder she let out a great sigh. "Thank you for the invitation. I'm so happy to finally be hear."

She could hear Dusana give out a bemused chuckle. "Surely my uncle isn't that bad? Most of your siblings aren't even at home." Agata screwed her face up in response. "Home enough. Do you know how hard it is to brew at home? I'm trying to study advanced potions and they all keep getting in the way. Mama thinks I'm turning down a dark path." She heard Dusana give a hum as they started walking down the corridor to who knew where. "Yes," she drawled. "I heard about that. Apparently you're stealing plants from the shop." She turned her eyes towards Agata, her heels clicking the polished tiles of the floor. Agata blushed slightly and frowned. "Borrow. I return what I don't need." Dusana only made a noise in repsonse that definitely told Agata that she didn't believe her. So what. Agata needed to study. And her parents wouldn't just give her the plants. She'd asked the first time to no avail.

Coming to a sop at one of the numerous closed doors, Dusana opened it with a flick of her wand and the incantation for the unlocking charm. "Now, usually I have this set for intruders, but I have removed my anti-intruder spells for you. Just don't go stealing anything." She smiled, before it turned into a sharp grin. "And don't go getting into mischief. I don't want to have to do healing in my own home."

With that said, she turned the handle and opened the door to the most fabulous sight Agata could hold. Benches lined three of the walls, cauldrons of numerous size atop them. One the other was a wall to ceiling bookcase, and Agata drew closer to inspect them. There were dark arts books, potions books of all skill, herbology books. Some were modern but the most of them from what Agata could tell her old. Ancient even. Agata's eyes couldn't take them all in. Here lay a treasure trove of magic and knowledge. All for her. Herbal ingredients were in jars scattered on the benches, or neatly aligned on the shelves under the benches themselves. This was a potioneers dream.

Distantly she could hear Dusana in the background about how these were books from her family collection and that as she had Sabo blood, she had every right to use them. They would be able to teach her and that Dusana was happy that Agata would use them. Agata turned back to the witch and reached out her arms, hugging her tight. "Thank you." It was simple but all that was needed.