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... on a warm summer evening. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fresh-cut grass, aromatic herbs from Mrs. Weasley's garden, and the tantalizing aroma of a feast in preparation. As the clock's hands crept closer to seven, an air of excitement mixed with mild anxiety permeated the burrow.
"There's simply no other way around it," Arthur Weasley muttered to himself as he hurried along the winding country lane leading to his home. His usually neat robes were disheveled, and his thinni ...
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