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... at nothing happened.

   "Don't worry honey, how is Alice?"

  Albert kissed Isobel's flustered cheek, trying to distract her.

   “Falling back to sleep after just eating.”

  Isobel hugged Albert tightly, she knew too well what happened tonight.

   "How's Scrimgeour?"

  Katrina was also relieved when she saw Albert, and poured him a cup of black tea.

   "Probably...dead. Although Scrimgeour took Felicia, I don't think that thing can save him. Felici ...

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