Well, darling Abigail, Im glad youre here to tell me where I amI thought I was in Denmark for a minute there,

"But what would you be doing there?" Abbey asked, frowning. When troubled or confused, her logic and rationality seemed to disappear. "Curtis, Curtis, you can't be here. Unless you're... you're a... but you can't be! And you can't be here, you... can't."

It wasn't a very strong arguement, and she knew that. But what was one supposed to say when she went seven years thinking that she was the only witch with the Dawson name, and here was a cousin, no matter how far removed, who was standing about in Hogsmeade like it was a terribly normal thing to be doing.

Well, I was thinking about getting a drink. And yourself?

"I... I was just... doing the same," she said, still confused, but attempting to play it off like she wasn't. Abbey was skilled in the ways of the world, or, at least she thought so.