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... ation. The cool night air was thick with excitement and a tinge of nervousness. Petunia tried not to let her unease show, clutching the strap of her satchel tightly as her younger sister, Lily, beamed beside her.

"First years! Over here, first years!" boomed a deep voice. A massive figure, silhouetted by the glow of a lantern, waved them over.

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As they joined the crowd, Petunia felt a tug at her arm. It was Lily. "We're supposed t ...

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

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“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

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Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’