Fortunately, I haven’t had any magical accidents that haven’t been easily covered up. Unfortunately, I also didn’t have very much success. At least not at first, but I’m quite frankly too stubborn to quit, and have an entire year to practice. The only thing that breaks up my near constant spell practice is Holly getting her own Hogwart’s letter, which is just as much of a clusterfuck here as it was in canon. I make sure to be in the Alley when Hagrid and Holly finally arrive, and tag along on their little shopping trip. I may bully Hagrid into handing over Holly’s key, on the grounds that she and I share a last name and I have parents that can actually be trusted to look after it. I also bully the man into staying in the Leaky Cauldron for a bit so I can purchase Holly an entire new wardrobe, wizarding using her money and muggle using mine (well, former drug dealers, but fuck them). So Holly is no longer in terrible hand-me-downs, and much happier for it. She also isn’t the scrawny little thing Harry was in canon, thanks to my tender loving care. Score one for Hermione.