Sallyste accepted the fact speechlessly - the Stoker family, always known for its powerful and unfathomable magic, actually gave birth to a little daughter holding an applewood wand.
"Sally, this cup of yours is so innovative. It feels fluffy and warm to the touch." Lily happily twirled the Christmas gift from Sally, while at the long table of Lacroven, the person who was praised was burying his head in his food plate in shame - it was obviously a mouse he had caught in the cellar the day before, and the hair was still on it. Damn it, he failed the Transfiguration class at 1 o'clock this year.