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... ited them. The table was full of delicacies, but it was the creamy, spiced soup—France’s signature magical dish—that lingered on Eira’s tongue.
As they ate, Monsieur Delacour leaned forward. "So, Eira. I heard you’re the heiress of the White family. And I heard about your visit to the British Ministry of Magic—with Fleur, no less. You spoke so confidently, even among those ancient wizards. Remarkable for someone so young."
Eira gave a modest nod. "Thank you, sir. It was an emerge ...
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