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"And what of the bedrooms?"

"What," Pansy gasps when she turns around quickly and meets with the forehead of her client.

The height difference is clear, with Pansy wearing heels, but the one in charge is certainly not her. Hermione peers up at her through thick eyelashes, her brown eyes shining hazel and slightly darkened from enlarged pupils. "What do you say of the bedrooms, señorita?"