Ms. Petunia Evans,
It is with great concern that I write to you to inform you that per the International Wizarding Statute 899.33.2(b) your magical signature has been detected consistently over the past nine months.
It has been brought to our attention via the New York City Owlery that you have immigrated to the United States of America within the past 24 months. As this is within the grace period for magical registration, we would simply ask that you present yourself to your local MACUSA - Department of Immigration. We have released your post as a courtesy.
Please bring a copy of your family tree with you. Should you not have a copy, you will be required to undergo the lineage charm required for registration.
Yours in Magic,
Lloyd Farnsworth
Immigration Manager
Dept of Magical Law Enforcement
New York City Office
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Petunia flipped the paper over, looking for anything that would give her an indication of where the nearest MACUSA immigration office was. So, instead of letting the owl who had delivered the letter fly back into the sky, she snapped the window closed and penned a letter in response.
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Mr. Farnsworth,
Thank you for bringing this lapse to my attention. I shall appear at the nearest immigration office shortly.
However, I’m still new to the States. Would you be able to provide directions to the nearest office?
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Warmly,
Petunia Evans
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Ms. Evans,
Thank you for your prompt reply. You can find us at the Woolworth Building, Tribeca. If you can provide me with your availability over the next week I can arrange for a local witch or wizard to meet you outside and guide you to our offices.
Yours in Magic,
Lloyd Farnsworth
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Mr. Farnsworth,
I am available beginning at 11am each day over the next week. Please consider it at your convenience.
Warmly,
Petunia Evans
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Ms. Evans,
Very well, I shall jot you down for Wednesday at 1 PM.
We look forward to getting you settled into the states, Ms. Evans.
Yours in Magic,
Lloyd Farnsworth
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Petunia stared at Dudley, his gurgling laugh and his hands reaching out for her. Then she picked him up and bounced him on her hip. She wondered if her own magic meant Dud would inherit her power. If she’d truly changed the future beyond repair. And then Dud nuzzled his face into her and she huffed a laugh.
“Yes, yes, I’m back with you, Dud,” she told him.
That was when Ursula came in.
“Ursa, darling, tomorrow I’ve got an appointment in Tribeca in the afternoon.”
“Yes,” she gave a clipped nod and inclined her head, “Baby?”
Petunia promptly handed Dud over, with perfect timing too because her growing boy looked to be soiling his diaper.
“His birthday. The 23rd.” Ursula said in her short, stilted, and accented voice.
“Mmm,” Petunia hummed, “We’ll be having a party. I’m calling around for invites, just a dozen or so children.”
And Petunia was calling around. All of her brunch entourage had confirmed their attendance, Charles had sent over a present in advance, and Petunia had reserved her favorite restaurant for the occasion. She’d even called the agency and reserved several nannies to work the day —not that any of the children present wouldn’t have a nanny. Petunia kept a certain type of company, after all.
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And then it was Wednesday.