Autumn Grey sat behind the counter at the small bookshop in her village, Ottery St Catchpole. She would have been bored out of her mind if either of her parents or elder siblings were around to notice that she wasn’t paying any attention to any of the customers in the shop (Not that there were many, it was a village after all). Instead the sixteen year old sat on the stool behind the counter with her headphones in and her head in a book. Perhaps it wasn’t the first thing that Autumn would choose to do with her Saturday afternoon, but she couldn’t much complain, as far as chores went it wasn’t the worst. Autumn flicked a page in her book absently, not noticing the ringing of the bell as someone ducked through the doorway. Though even if she had noticed, she probably wouldn't have recognised them, since moving over from America and opening up the bookshop three weeks earlier she'd barely met anybody. Her family had moved here to be closer to her mothers parents, who were becoming rather ill in their old age, and needed their daughters support. Not that Autumn minded, she’d made a few friends at her old school, but she was excited to be able to start again. Her father had chosen Ottery St Catchpole thanks to both its wizarding and muggle communities, her mother being muggle, father a wizard, Autumn and her elder brother Jonah were both born magical, whilst her other two brothers and her sister were muggle. The mismatch of culture and worlds suited the Grey family just fine, like everything about them, even their name was a grey area. Autumn felt that to a further extent because she had been born a Metamorphagus, and had yet to come across another. She didn’t mind much, but she had to be careful about her abilities now she was no longer living in an all wizarding town like she had been when she’d lived in Salem, and until she and her brother went to Hogwarts, she wouldn’t know who was and wasn’t magical around here, or who carried wizarding family names.
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