[And seated at that glorious bar, a woman who is most certainly not a redhead. She's considered herself lucky so far -- only a handful of people even recognized her, and most just mistook her for her sister.]
[The ones who did know who she was, though, had been traumatic enough. She could've gone her whole life without knowing what the term 'GILF' meant, really.]
[Never mind what dirty theories they had about who was really Nymphadora's father.]
[She's swirling her glass of scotch when she spots Severus and -- no, the hair is different and they're too close, not Lily -- his friend. She flags them over enthusiastically; now she doesn't need to look like the crazy middle-aged cougar-type.]
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[The ones who did know who she was, though, had been traumatic enough. She could've gone her whole life without knowing what the term 'GILF' meant, really.]
[Never mind what dirty theories they had about who was really Nymphadora's father.]
[She's swirling her glass of scotch when she spots Severus and -- no, the hair is different and they're too close, not Lily -- his friend. She flags them over enthusiastically; now she doesn't need to look like the crazy middle-aged cougar-type.]