“Rosie, it’s noon, and even Hugo’s awake,” Hermione said, softly shaking Rose, waking her from her pleasant dream involving Scorpius and a walk around the lake at Hogwarts. Rose groaned, still tired, and kept her eyes closed, clutching her pillow closer.
“You also have an impatient owl waiting to deliver you a letter,” Hermione added, tugging at
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