Pygmy Puffs. Paper hearts. A joke shop, a cottage, and a second chance neither of them expected. Kendra Harris isn't looking for love - she's too busy raising twin girls and writing magical children's books. George Weasley isn't ready for anything serious - not after everything he's lost. But when their worlds quietly collide, something begins to grow. Not with spells. With warmth. With laughter. With the kind of magic that takes its time. (All rights reserved. The rights of the characters and maybe some other stuff belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm only borrowing them for my story)
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