Miriam looked at Elizabeth and smiled. The girl looked like she was really thrilled to have nephews.
"Actually, I have a son and daughter, they are 4 years old. I'll make sure they get to know you once," Miriam promised and smiled.
"I'm sure they will really like you, just like me," she said honestly and took another sip of chocolate.
She looked at the girl and smiled.
"My mother wanted me to have my father's last name, too. But she told me that it is a man who died in an accident. She never said anything about magic to me, probably to protect me. She thought, if I do not know anything about magic and this world, I will not have to return to this world, "she shrugged and laughed a little.
"You know, many magicians living in the Muggle settlements. This is not uncommon. Simply, we need to fit. We can never be completely isolated from the Muggles, they live in the same world as we do. But they are more numerous, that's why we're hiding from them, they will think that we are all just a group of freaks who deal only black magic. "
"You need to believe your father but beware. Werewolves can be very unpredictable, Fenrir will not be able to always protect you. Learn to time in order to defend yourself, and everything will be OK," she smiled encouragingly.
"There is a lot of spells which can help you to pretect yourself, you just need to learn them and be ready to use if you're in danger."