Patricia Miller
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"Here?" Natasha asked, driving the car. Much to Tom's dismay, when he tried to drive, he had found that twenty years without driving had serious consequences and his driving career in this world lasted for the whole three seconds during which he almost rammed the front of the car into the closed garage. From there, Natasha dutifully took over since she actually could drive a vehicle. Needless to say, both Natasha and Hermione had a great time poking fun at Tom because of that. Women... "Yes, turn to…-
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"So? How was the mystery healer like, Serafall? Did he meet your expectations?" Ajuka Belzebub teasingly asked, supporting his chin with his hand as he lazily lounged behind the table where all four Satans currently sat. This was one of their private gatherings, the place where they could act like themselves without being stiff and having to play politics with the Council. The place where they could complain and talk freely about the old shitty fossils or their following plans. Many could easily forget…
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Tom and Natasha's magical date in the Diagon Alley went fine. They tried the local cuisine, looked through a lot of stores, haggled, snarled, and threatened a few shopkeepers into giving them a discount, but most importantly, they had a lot of fun together. They even briefly visited the Knockturn Alley... and instantly got a few poor schmucks trying to mug them... but Natasha channeled her old self and when they left the Knockturn Alley the Wizarding World was three wizards, two hags, and one werewolf…
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"Are you really sure this is ok?" Hermione hesitantly asked for the n-th time as they were leaving Gringotts, holding her new Vault Key so tightly her knuckles went white and heavily frowning at it. The girl didn't like that Tom practically gave her limited access to his Gringotts account. Especially after knowing how loaded it was. Or rather, she did like it but she didn't think she deserved it, which made her feel inadequate and insecure. Taking even a Galleon out of it felt like accepting charity…
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Sharpmaw, shaking in excitement, gave Tom several forms he had to fill if he wanted to transfer his funds from a mundane bank into Gringotts. Three hundred million was not much to Tom nowadays. Each healing of the Sleeping Sickness cost fifty million and once Sarael's share was subtracted, Tom still received forty million for his efforts. Three hundred million was earned by healing eight devils. One had to love how loaded these ancient devil households were... An hour and a whole bunch of depressing…
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"As entertaining as that was, angering Mr. Malfoy was not very wise. He holds significant influence in the Wizarding World." Sharpmaw calmly said as they entered his office while he headed towards his table and seated himself on his elevated chair. 'Having size problems must be tough.' Tom distractedly thought. Only Natasha's gentle poke into his side woke him up from his musings while giving him an unamused look. His girl knew him too much to not notice he was thinking something rude. Tom helplessly…
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The wait in the waiting area was short but it was hell on its own for Tom. Hermione first tried to nag him for his behavior but he quickly shot that down with an unamused glare. He was no Ron or Harry. She would not act like a harpy towards him and that was final. Then again, the small dose of killing intent Natasha drowned the girl in might have had a much bigger effect on the girl shutting up than Tom's glare. Not that Tom complained. It did shut Hermione up so all was well. At least for a few…
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Upon entering Gringotts, Tom could instantly feel the magic in the wards in the surroundings shift. No longer was this the wizarding kind of magic that felt a bit similar to the devil one. Instead, this new magic leaned more towards earth and nature. The primal kind of nature that fit the goblin race so well. Still, there was a reason why goblins chose to live alongside wizards. Just like in all the fantasy stories in Tom's past life, goblins were the race of low-level mobs. Scrubs that would usually be…
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Hermione approached the brick wall and pulled her wand out of her pocket, "Well, then, let me open the wa-" Only for Tom to interrupt her by placing his hand on her shoulder. "Give me a second, I'd like to take a look." He smiled and pulled her back. Hermione was confused but she relented, looking at Natasha in search of an explanation but the redhead just uncaringly shrugged, "Don't look at me. I probably know less theory about magic than even you." Hermione wryly smiled at that and redirected her…
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Hermione's last three days in Tom's household were both pleasant and frustrating. Both her cousin and his lover went out of their way to try and make her comfortable and Hermione appreciated it with her whole heart. She hated the circumstances under which they met but she was happy they met anyway. The thing that was making her frustrated, however, was how open her cousin and Natasha were about their relationship. They flirted with each other, made fun of each other, and kissed each other so often…
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