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Avery always hated apparating, but it was efficient so the vague nausea was worth it to her. She looked around the apartment, suddenly very aware of what she’d just agreed to. “I need a drink,” she sighed, already making her way to the kitchen.
Like the lap puppy he was with her, he followed. “Remember our place back in England?” he asked, wondering if she ever thought about their old life.Â















