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[The video turns on revealing an old woman, dressed in a plain, grey dress, with a warm shawl around her shoulders. She is set in a chair, looking down at the recording curiously.]

Ah! There it is. I thought that it might work.

This must be the community of ducks my dear niece was telling me about. Great-niece, actually, but never mind that.

I thought I should inform you all that my niece, Miss Sophie Hatter, has decided to go forth and seek her fortune. She left her magic book in my care, you see so I imagine she will be out of touch for quite some time. She told me of her friends here, and wishes you not to worry. She will be quite alright, I imagine.

My name is Sophie as well. Old Sophie, that is. She is my namesake, after all. [She gives a wry smile.] A pleasure to meet you all, even if the method is rather strange.

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How remarkable. I didn't know one could transfer their contact to the community like that.

[If that seems accusatory, it certainly doesn't sound it.]

It's nice to meet you as well.

I'm fairly certain I don't know how any of this works, young man.

....Well. I do not think I've been called that in a very long time.

My name is Diarmuid. I can't say that I knew Sophie particularly well, but I would wish her nothing but the best of fortunes.

That is very kind of you, Mister Diarmuid. I am sure that she she would appreciate such well-wishes.

Oh, you hardly need to be formal. Just calling me by name alone is fine.

I must say, you're taking the general existence of the community quite well.

The younger Sophie has told me a great many things about it, so I suppose I was prepared.

Besides, very few things surprise you when you're as old as I am.

I wish I could say the same. I simply find more things that surprise me every single day--it's truly remarkable.

[diarmuid you are going to confuse people talking like that...]

Ah, but you still have a great many years until you are old and grey like me. Don't you?

Er...well, actually that is something of a complex matter when it comes to me. I suppose in the most technical sense, I'm still twenty-five.

Is there another sense in this case?

Would you believe I was born at least two thousand years ago?

As a result, though I've not lived through all that time, I find describing my age to be a matter of some difficulty.