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Archived Applications / Nora Lowsley | Librarian
« on: 14/08/2022 at 19:29 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Nora Lowsley

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:
Helga Hugglesmithe et. al
Character age: 46

Character education:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry -- 1931-1938

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
With solid N.E.W.T.s in both Transfiguration and Charms, Nora barely managed O.W.L.s in Divination, Conjuring and Summoning, and Potions.

Nora has a penchant for asking questions to people that she shouldn’t. She’s been poking her nose into things long before she left Hogwarts, long before she became a reporter. This has the tendency to come back and bite her.

Physical description:
She is over forty which means she practically has one foot in the grave. Nora keeps her red hair cut short, much shorter than when she was a student. In real life, she tends to wear sturdy clothes made more for travel than dresses or robes.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Nora is friendly. She tries to help out those people that need it, and gives people as much space as they require. She hates bullies though. Growing up as a Muggleborn, especially when they were treated much more poorly than now, she was used to being on the short end of the stick. With enough prodding on this she can be set off, though her age has tempered any outbursts into cool fury. She is well known for her sarcasm and often uses it to put people that are too full of themselves in their place.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
Nora normally feels drawn back to Hogwarts after some time away. Lately, especially after her adventures with a competent Smallweed, she was reminded of how much more interesting it was to mentor young students. She also took up a teaching position at Cambridge and, while it did scratch that itch, it wasn't as good as working at the old magic school.

Besides, as a Librarian she wouldn't have as much responsibilities this time around.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):
Life could change in an instant. It could be something relatively benign. A letter appearing in a mailbox, inviting her to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sometimes, it was dramatic. Nora’s parents vanishing when she was still in Hogwarts certainly fit that bill.

Other times, it came as a blow out of nowhere, something that only you really understood. Interning at the Ministry for Magic, she sat powerless as the Wizengamot debated on whether to strip from Muggleborns the right to work at the Ministry.

She wasn’t put out that day, that summer, she just never returned.

Nora, born in Canada and raised in the UK, was always the odd one out. Especially after her parents vanished. Yet being a Muggleborn wasn’t easy before either. How many times did she have to grit her teeth and take abusive comments, dismissed because she was lesser? The problem with Hogwarts, when she was there, was not the school. It was the people.

When she left, Nora worked with the Daily Prophet for a few years. She was on the forefront of covering the war, scoring a top interview with Sheppard Kedding after the first Blitz. Of course, Nora had noted that blood tests were carried out in the shelters. Just another way that a tragedy was used to further an agenda of persecution.

When the war, and the war after the war, ended, she drifted away from the Prophet. Writing articles no longer held the attraction as it once did. A chance encounter in Knockturn Alley turned her back to what had been one of her goals, so very long ago: teaching at Hogwarts.

Her two years there had been unremarkable. Unremarkable was good. None of her students died, at least in her own class. The school wasn’t taken over. Wars didn’t break it, it was just - normal.

When she left, she took after one of her colleagues and decided to travel. It was something she had wanted to do for a long time, it was just that the travel restrictions of war and post-war had put a damper on that. Freed from the UK for the first time since her parents moved her there so very long ago, she left. Nora spent the first few years following Moira’s footsteps through China and Tibet, before diverging on her own path. She worked freelance with some Cursebreakers in Egypt, fought zombies on the Zombie Trail, tried (and failed) to create spells while on a deserted island.

She returned to the UK to find it had stayed the same. She had changed though and, after another two-year stint at Hogwarts, was off again to travel the world. Nora evolved into a freelance curse breaker and adventurer over the last six years of her life, utilizing a series of contacts around the world from her travels to hear about strange things and pop in to help out.

Eventually, she took a job at Cambridge as an associate guest lecturer, helping out one of the first female lecturers at the country's second-best university in delivering lectures and marking papers. Though, it was a job that couldn't last forever. Eventually, there would be questions on her qualifications that she couldn't explain away with magic. Now, there's a gap in her work back in the UK.

Perhaps, a smaller position at Hogwarts might be the right fit.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.

In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favoured neatness.

A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.

Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.

She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are late."

Explain yourself was what her face said.

Roleplay Response:
She was on time. It had been one of the most difficult things to learn - punctuality. Working at Cambridge, or timing a trap in a tomb, required you to have an exact sense of temporal matters. She had even gotten to Hogwarts early this time, cognizant of her previous two failures to show up to the interview on time.

It was good to be back, even if it was just going to be for this visit. The walls had that familiar feel, the sound of footsteps clattered on long-remembered stones. It would be the same here as she had left it. Oh, the students would be different (but, not that different) with different names (but, once again, not that different names) yet the same things would be happening.

Drama, heartbreak, wonder, excitement, love- or, what teenagers called it anyways.

As she approached the Headmistress's Office, perfectly punctually on time, she froze. Not literally, that would have been a nice trick. No, Nora had made a mistake.

She couldn't be on time.

Anneka liked to put potential professors on edge. She liked to level that classic glare at them, as if she had just ridden in from Siberia on a bear and was annoyed at you for existing. If Nora was on time, that wouldn't give Anneka the upper hand. She would feel uncomfortable and out of place and, perhaps, push harder on other subjects which could be an issue in the interview.

So, Nora waited. She found an open window and popped out of it, getting out of the summer heat of the castle to sit on the tiles of the roof. Her sonjurn outside was timed enough that she wouldn't take far too long, the old pocketwatch she kept making sure of that.

Yet, she would enjoy the view and the sunshine.

Once she was well and truly late, Nora clambered back in the window, dusted herself off, and made her way up to the office. Anneka was there with that look on her face that she could remember far, far too well and she sat in the chair to be admonished by the Russian witch.

It had been a success, then. Nora had timed it perfectly.

"Headmistress," Nora leaned back in the chair as she observed the woman who had, at one point, just been the Quidditch Referee, "if I were on time for an interview you think I'd have been replaced with a boggart." The little tricks that the Headmistress could play with that stare would work on others.

She too was from a land of cold and snow, a little glare couldn't hurt her.

"Where should we start?" Nora smiled, "I can assure you, even though I was a Hufflepuff, I do not eat books."

Outside of occasional snacks.



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Archived Applications / Nora Lowsley
« on: 15/04/2020 at 21:01 »

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Nora Lowsley

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable:

Eugenia Lowsley,  et. al.

Character age: 39

Character education:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry -- 1931-1938

Strength and weaknesses (details please):

With solid N.E.W.T.s in both Transfiguration and Charms, Nora barely managed O.W.L.s in Divination, Conjuring and Summoning, and Potions.

Nora has a penchant for asking questions to people that she shouldn’t. She’s been poking her nose into things long before she left Hogwarts, long before she became a reporter. This has the tendency to come back and bite her.

Physical description:

She is almost forty now, which means she practically has one foot in the grave. Nora keeps her red hair cut short, much shorter than when she was a student. In real life, she tends to wear sturdy clothes made more for travel than dresses or robes.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):

Nora is friendly. She tries to help out those people that need it, and gives people as much space as they require. She hates bullies though. Growing up as a Muggleborn, especially when they were treated much more poorly than now, she was used to being on the short end of the stick. With enough prodding on this she can be set off, though her age has tempered any outbursts into cool fury.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

When Nora first applied, ten years ago, it was out of a need to affect change in the world. She had been denied the chance to do so in the Ministry, the Prophet was stagnating, and she just needed to do something. The goal of teaching at Hogwarts had been realized, and she resided there two years before she stepped away from the position.

Now, after travelling the world seemingly twice over, she more than anything wants to return home. Hogwarts was her home for far longer than anywhere else. Also, she’s worried about the recent spate of deaths at the school, reminding her a little too much of when she first started. Hopefully, she can step in and help to curb those issues.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

Life could change in an instant. It could be something relatively benign. A letter appearing in a mailbox, inviting her to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sometimes, it was dramatic. Nora’s parents vanishing when she was still in Hogwarts certainly fit that bill.

Other times, it came as a blow out of nowhere, something that only you really understood. Interning at the Ministry for Magic, she sat powerless as the Wizengamot debated on whether to strip from Muggleborns the right to work at the Ministry.

She wasn’t put out that day, that summer, she just never returned.

Nora, born in Canada and raised in the UK, was always the odd one out. Especially after her parents vanished. Yet being a Muggleborn wasn’t easy before either. How many times did she have to grit her teeth and take abusive comments, dismissed because she was lesser? The problem with Hogwarts, when she was there, was not the school. It was the people.

When she left, Nora worked with the Daily Prophet for a few years. She was on the forefront of covering the war, scoring a top interview with Sheppard Kedding after the first Blitz. Of course, Nora had noted that blood tests were carried out in the shelters. Just another way that a tragedy was used to further an agenda of persecution.

When the war, and the war after the war, ended, she drifted away from the Prophet. Writing articles no longer held the attraction as it once did. A chance encounter in Knockturn Alley turned her back to what had been one of her goals, so very long ago: teaching at Hogwarts.

Her two years there had been unremarkable. Unremarkable was good. None of her students died, at least in her own class. The school wasn’t taken over. Wars didn’t break it, it was just - normal.

When she left, she took after one of her colleagues and decided to travel. It was something she had wanted to do for a long time, it was just that the travel restrictions of war and post war had put a damper on that. Freed from the UK in the first time since her parents moved her there so very long ago, she left. Nora spent the first few years following Moira’s footsteps through China and Tibet, before diverging off on her own path. She worked freelance with some Cursebreakers in Egypt, fought zombies in the Zombie Trail, tried (and failed) to create spells while on a deserted island. Eventually, though, she was tugged back to the UK. It seemed so stalid, so bored, so stable compared to her youth. How many Ministers did they go through when she was a child? How many Headmasters at Hogwarts? Everything had settled down.

Except, seemingly, at the school she once taught at. Her niece had just finished her first year there, and was already seeing Thestles. A student had managed to die, they had poisonings the year before, werewolf attacks. Things were getting out of hand. That, and she did need a job.

At the last moment, Nora sent off her application by owl. Maybe a third chance was in order.


SAMPLE ROLEPLAY
(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.)

The last time Nora had applied to teach at Hogwarts, walking through the halls was a nostalgic trip. Lost faces seemed to appear before her eyes like a ghostly visage, people she hadn’t seen in ten years. Well, it had been ten more years on top of that, yet this time it was different. The stone walls, which had felt so much like home to her, felt cold.

That was concerning. Part of the reason why she had applied was exactly because it had once felt at home. The nostalgia was the drawing factor for the position, and the fact that she felt none was bad. Maybe this was a mistake. She could leave, walk away. In reality, she probably wouldn’t get the position in the first place. Especially with how stale her lessons had been last time.

That was what Hogwarts needed right now. That’s why she was really here. She trusted herself more than anyone else to make the right decisions. How could she know what was happening in other peoples’ heads? Her judgement though, she knew, was sound. With students dying, Hogwarts needed people with sound judgement.

It was just her job to convince Anneka of that. It was not a name she would use, even though they had been coworkers for just as long as she was in charge. A simple ‘Headmistress’ would likely have to suffice.

When she finally entered the room, Nora glanced around at the sight she had seen so rarely. The clock, of course, showed she was late. The staircases were, as always, impossible to deal with. Or, anyone that hadn’t been in the school for a long time. Yet seeing the faces of past Headmasters, Birch and Tibble, did have that little twinge of nostalgia after all. Good, maybe there was hope for her yet.

"You are late."

Nora appreciated the attempt at intimidation. It worked very well on most students, she bet. It probably worked very well on a lot of the professors that were straight out of high school. It did not, however, work on her. She had seen things much worse than a Russian winter, and she wasn’t about to let herself be intimidated by it. She was practically forty after all. It was just an interview, and nothing more.

“Yes, I am.” The smile she gave was genuine. She had never talked much with the Headmistress last time she worked here, so they weren’t friends, yet it was still good to see a familiar face. “Shall we sit and start then? I don’t think there’s any need for small talk.”

Anneka Ivanova was a very busy woman, after all.

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character name: Nora Lowsley

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Aethelstan, Rosemary Lowsley, Vincent Kennith Thalman, Frank Litchfield, Goldie Marchen, Tobias Mandrake, Zinaida Borovsky.

Character age: 29

Character education:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry -- 1931-1938

Strength and weaknesses (details please):
Charms and Transfiguration were Nora’s two strongest subjects in school, achieving N.E.W.T.s in both, whereas she only barely scraped by on her O.W.L.s. With Conjuring/Summoning and Divination. Outside of pure magic, her biggest strength is also her biggest weakness: curiosity.

Her penchant to explore and poke around got her into hot water a time or two: one memorable time was when she was forced to help Wally smuggle . . something in a rug into the castle, because she couldn’t leave well enough alone.

Recently, her curiosity has taken a turn into studying the events around the deaths in her first year of Hogwarts, though she is brushing very far around the edges. Still, she sometimes asks inconvenient questions to people that would rather not be asked them, and may come back to bite her in the future.

Physical description:
Nora is no longer young enough to be able to pass as a student. She’s soon about to pass into her thirties, and age has started to catch up with her a bit. Not that she looks old, but truly an adult now. Her red hair, once long, has been cut short for convenience sake. Her clothes are generally nice, but her selection of outfits is limited. While she doesn’t wear the same thing two days in a row, she only has two or three that she can cycle through, due to a lack of funds.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):
Nora is friendly, someone that is generally nice to be around. While not a socialite, she had a circle in school that, while not super close, were all still friends. She never picked on anyone in school, and tries to be conscious not to put people down in any way. On the other hand, she has a vicious stubborn streak, and a bit of a temper - mention her blood status, and it’s all she can do to keep herself from sending the perpetrator a message they won’t soon forget. It has cooled in recent years as she’s matured, but every once and awhile it still bubbles underneath. She hates being wrong, but won’t deny it if it’s true - just work instead to rectify the problem. Her stubbornness is an asset in this way, as she’ll dig for the truth without regards for much else.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:
The idea of being a professor had been planted in her head long ago when she was a student. While it was always there in the background, it was more sort of a vague ambition than anything else. It was always part of the goal to be able to make an impact in the world - the same reason why she wanted to join the Ministry, and did join the Prophet. As a student, she was one that needed to be nurtured, and it happened to mixed success. Perhaps she could do for others what could not be done for her, push some students from mediocrity to try and achieve more.

Plus, Hogwarts will always be her castle, just like purebloods had their own.


Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

The clock struck midnight, and the world would never be the same.

Nora’s parents had vanished into the mists of time, lost forever save for a lone magical photograph taken earlier that year at Beauxbatons. It is the one object, outside perhaps her wand, that she treasures most in the world, and it is never far from her side. That, and her letter from Hogwarts, from so long ago. Sentimental, yes, but reminders.

Ones that were sorely needed.

Nora stood in the crowd, powerless, as the Wizengamot debated, and stripped her rights away. She, and every other muggleborn, had no say, no regard, no voice. It was not if she was a nobody. She was an intern for a Department Head of International Relations. She worked hard, returned for a second term. She had a future.

The future was stolen from her, replaced by a red badge to show the world she was less.

Nora drifted out of Hogwarts instead of soared. Her ambitions, which had been planted a few years before in dry soil, had been carefully nurtured. Watered, encouraged, tilled, until the Ministry plowed the field to make way for its own. An act of fear, an act of hate. The only solace is that she outlived the instigator, and every breath she took was in defiance of the mad dreams of purists.

She drifted, until a chance came along.

The Daily Prophet had been reborn from the ashes, and so too was she. Nora did not join because she wished to be a reporter, but she wished to influence the world in a way she could not outside of the Ministry. By reporting and pushing the Ministry through the paper, she could change public opinion in a way she could not otherwise.

Of course, that was hard to do during war, but it was during the war she found her most success. Nora made the front page of the Prophet with her exclusive interview of Shepard Kedding, forever etching her name into the history books as the reporter which covered what would be called The Blitz. When magical historians would look back, they would see her name on the front page.

Still, it was not enough.

The war dragged on, and this was a drag on the Prophet.

The articles were less and less critical, more announcing events than influencing them. The restrictions were lifted at the Ministry, but it no longer held an appeal. She could work as a secretary, but that would be all. Nora could never climb higher, have influence, have power. She could never make the world a better place, because even if muggleborns were allowed to work there, it would never be in the upper echelons.

The war dragged on, it it looked as if they could lose.

They won.

Then Lost.

The loss hurt Wizarding Britain, but it also hurt to the Prophet. No longer was it encouraged for stories to be friendly, they had to be or else. The Hexenreich exhibited editorial control, either in the background, or by shattering windows. Nora was forced to write what they wished her to write, puff pieces on the government, official versions of events, distractions for the masses.

She joined the Resistance, passing information to a contact, and writing coded messages in return. It was not much, but it was something.

The job itself wasn’t stimulating, so she needed to find it in other ways. Nora had a chance encounter with a man who she thought had died, and she started researching into things that may better be left alone. Digging out her old notebooks from Hogwarts, the copious notes she and her sister took over a combined fourteen years at two different schools.

There was so much she did not know.

Perhaps now it was to emerge again from the ashes. Reinvent herself once again. Maybe it was time to return to the one place, since her parents vanished, that she had truly thought of as home. A place where she might be able to inspire someone that was like her to push beyond what they thought they could do, push the boundaries out further.

It was that which caused Nora to fill out the application to Hogwarts, and give it to her owl before she could change her mind.


SAMPLE ROLEPLAY


Roleplay Response:

Nora had stopped at the entrance to the Great Hall, hand trailing on the stone. The door was open, and she had peered inside. Sitting up on the dias, she could see Headmaster Tibble giving that first speech. The words that he said were gone now, perhaps lost to history, but she remembered the voice.

She looked down the tables - Florence was sitting with the Slytherins, Scott Cooper with the Ravenclaws, Fabian with the Lions. Her eyes went to her spot - the back of her head, looking in awe up the staff table, the nearly faceless great witches and wizards assembled. Up there was  a dark witch, but young Nora did not know that.

Just the wonder and awe.

Nora shook her head, and passed on. It had been a mistake. Something she had done in a rush, done in a fit of impulse and insanity. She applied, and she got an interview. Now she was back, over twelve years since she left the castle.

A lifetime ago. Only yesterday.

Her legs moved on automatic. She didn’t even look as she stepped onto the staircase, and the slight pause she gave was timed so she could walk off it after it finished moving. Most things had patterns, and the were patterns you learned as a student over the years.

Maybe now as a professor.

She stopped when she reached the top of the stairs, and looked down again. Below, she could see the rush of students moving below her, ghostly memories of years gone by. None of them were dead - or, perhaps they were. The Nora of her first year no longer existed. She had grown and learned so much, seen more sorrows than she could imagine.

The bells of the clock tower rang, and she heard that she was late.

Now, it was automatic again. Running through the halls, slower this time as she was in heels, like she was late for a class. Nora was not often late, but it happened from time to time. Then again, she had never run to -

The Headmaster’s Office.

She paused in front of the door. Nora could still turn back, even now. Send a letter saying she had declined. It would be so much easier - but she had never been the one for easy.

Nora climbed the stairs slowly, to catch her breath. Better to be slightly more late and composed than late and out of breath. She thought of the two she knew that held the position. Headmaster Tibble, the kindly old man. Headmistress Birch-Hurst, who always unnerved her, and who vanished in a puff of mystery.

She reached the top of the stairs, and entered the office.

“You are late.”

The gaze from the professor sent shivers down her spine, but she had dealt with worse. She had interviewed General Kedding the day of the Blitz, and asked him if they had used their resources to help the Ministry first, and the people second. She had told a member of the Hexenreich that she knew he had faked his own death.

Being late was something she could handle.

“Sorry, professor - I mean, Headmistress.” She amended quickly. Professor Ivanova had been the Quidditch ref, back in her day. Sometimes, it was a little hard to imagine she had risen to the post of Headmistress. Then again, with stares like that, perhaps it was not.

“I was reminiscing.” Nora gave a small smile, to try and defuse the tension. “It must happen all the time when you interview former students.” She could not be the only one that got trapped in memories, pulled away by the seductive calls of the past. She walked over to the clean desk, and stood in front of it.

“So, shall we begin?”

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What’s in a name?
The Lowsleys were never a magical family, until the current generation. First was Nora, who attended Hogwarts as a Hufflepuff, and then her sister, who is currently a student at Beauxbatons. Both born and raised in Canada, they moved back to England to live with their grandparents. Not particularly wealthy, that branch of the family was rocked by the timewarp, throwing everything out of place.

Unbeknownst to the two, there was another group of magical children, running through Nora and Rosemary’s uncle, Professor Joseph Sampson Lowsley, the Rawlinson and Bosworth Professor of Anglo-Saxon studies at Oxford university, a position once held by J.R.R. Tolkien. Leading a privileged, upper-middle class lifestyle, his children, Aethelstan and Celandine, were raised with all the privileges that modern, muggle lifestyle in the 70ies could bring. Both educated at Public Schools, which are what Private Schools are called in the UK, they were in the circles of the wealthy and powerful at Oxford University.

The higher the heights, the longer the fall, and the fall that both Aethelstan and Celandine took after the timewarp was drastic. From a comfortable flat in the rich part of Oxford to living on the streets, the two orphans did not last long until picked up by the police, and then sent off to a muggle orphanage. It was not until Aethelstan was discovered to be magical and, by extension, his sister, were they transferred to St. Mungos. Celandine made her home there for the past two years as her brother attended Hogwarts, sorted into Ravenclaw.

Questions still remain. How will the four do in the current, anti-muggleborn regime of the Ministry for magic. How will the war affect their lives, how will they deal growing up without parents. Finally, why are there so many magical children in a family with no history of magic?

Who is she?
Celandine, pronounced Sel-en-dine, or Cel to her friends, can, at first sight, come off as a quiet, polite girl. In social settings, this is true, resulting from having to be seen and not heard at dinners she attended with her father. That said, first impressions are not everything. She is often struck by curiosity, and considers rules to be more of a guideline than absolutes. She will stick her nose in where it doesn’t belong, and try to smile it off if she gets caught. She will make a fast friend, though she will not forget past slights, no matter how long it has been. She is decently close, as close as a younger sister can be, to her older brother, though he can be a little overprotective of her, at times. These are flexible, and may be changed on request.

Where is she going?
Hogwarts, either this term or next. Her age is flexible in that department. As a muggleborn, she will face the natural stigmas that they currently face. On the other hand, she is more familiar with the magical world than a normal muggleborn would be, especially in regards to medical arts, and would be ahead of the curve in that regard. As a first year, she is very much a blank slate, and will be impacted by her choices of both classes and friends.

Essentials
Age 10-11
Height Short
Build Slight
Hair Blond
Suggested Face Claim Avalon Robbins

IF INTERESTED
Please send a PM Nora Lowsley or Aethelstan G. Lowsley.

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