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Several weeks pass, and the monotony of summer persists for her. Days are an unvarying cycle of work and unsettling nightmares. At least there is a silver lining in the form of earnings from her job; it suffices for her needs.
Money is sorted into distinct piles - one for potential purchases at the World Cup, another for items possibly found at Hogwarts, and a separate one earmarked for prospective travel to locate her aunt next summer.
The memory of that night with Tom lingers persistently, refusing to be buried despite her earnest attempts.
Attempting to cast aside those haunting memories, she readies herself for the Quidditch World Cup scheduled for today, despite the early hour. Her hair, adorned with a few delicately woven braids, completes, she scrutinizes her reflection in the mirror.
Can one ever truly erase the sensation of someone dying beneath their hands?
The visage staring back at her reflects someone stained with the blood of others.
Fidgeting with her nails snaps her back to the present. She refocuses, sensing an inexplicable unease stirring within her.
Before departing her room, she double-checks her bag and stashes her wand in her pocket, an inexplicable urge compelling her to keep it close.
Josephine can't pinpoint the source of her heightened unease.
The location of the World Cup in England is a comfort, with Alora planning to apparate them both there. Their seats promise a good view of the event.
Exiting her room, she makes her way to the kitchen. Alora appears to be the only one awake, staring vacantly as she waits for coffee.
"Good morning," Josie murmurs as she takes a seat.
Alora glances up, voicing her foreboding about the World Cup. "I have a bad feeling about today."
"Same here," Josephine replies, leaning against the counter. "As if something is about to happen."
Alora nods, chewing her lip. "I still think we should go, but cautiously."
Josephine agrees with a nod. "Perhaps we can signal each other with blue sparks if needed? Neither team playing today has colors resembling blue."
"That's a good plan," Alora concurs, pouring coffee into two mugs. She hands one to Josie, who adds sugar and milk before taking a sip.
Alora settles beside her.
"It's strange that we both feel this way," Josephine mutters pensively.
"I can't explain it," Alora hums. "I'm going to say goodbye to Karina. Could you bring our bags over there?" She gestures toward the door, and Josie nods before standing up.
