"You're so insufferable, I hate you!" Hermione exclaimed, disdain filling her eyes.
"The feeling's mutual, you stupid... Muggle-born." Y/N retorted, Hermione's nose twitching out of frustration.
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"Wake up."
Y/N stirred beneath the blanket, a groan leaving her lips as she pulled the duvet higher — but Amaryllis tugged it right back down. Y/N peeked her head out from the duvet, her hair a mess, and her eyes crusted over with sleep.
"Y/N," Amaryllis tugged the duvet back down, then pulled Y/N out of bed by the wrist. "Now."
"Fine."
With a groan and roll of her eyes, Y/N stood up from the bed — albeit begrudgingly. Amaryllis released her hand and pointed to the bathroom.
"Go!"
"I am going," Y/N said.
As she walked to the bathroom, she glanced over her shoulder — at Amaryllis — hand lingering on the doorknob as if about to say something.
"What is it?" Amaryllis raised an eyebrow.
Y/N tightened her fingers around the doorknob and closed the door. "Nothing."
Amaryllis called through the wood, "Make it quick, please."
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After showering, Y/N put on the clothes Kushiver had prepared and went downstairs, where the maids had already prepared breakfast.
Amaryllis sat at the end of the long dining table, and Y/N took the seat facing her. A maid poured her a glass of water, while another plated her breakfast.
Breakfast was quiet — no good morning. No ready to go? Just the clinks of plates and cutlery, as it always had been for the past two years. They hadn't had a proper conversation in months, maybe years, ever since the incident.
Y/N poked at her toast with her fork, eyes glued to the untouched yolk on her plate. Across from her, Amaryllis scrolled through her phone.
Eventually, Kushiver placed a travel mug beside Amaryllis and pressed a kiss to Y/N's temple. "Don't cause trouble in London,"
Y/N met her gaze, then furrowed her eyebrows, expression almost pleading. "Can't you just come with us?"
A smile crossed the older lady's face, and she shook her head. "I have my family here in America, Y/N."
