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Cissamione - ‘Lost Voice’
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When Hermione stepped through the floo to Narcissa’s cottage, the stylish older witch didn’t await her at the other side as usual. Nor sat any teacups, saucers or petit fours on the coffee table.
“Narcissa?” She called out into the empty room.
The scuff of loose slippers was the only indication that anyone was home at all. Meekly, Narcissa shuffled into the living room, not looking her lavish self.
“Are you alright?” Hermione asked, rather stupidly.
Narcissa shook her head, holding out a small piece of parchment. It read:
‘I’m rather unwell and I’ve lost my voice, would you allow me to try something?’
She answered, glancing between the note and the woman in front of her. “Of course, anything you need.”
Not a second later, a voice echoed through her mind, Narcissa’s voice, although Hermione knew she hadn’t spoken.
“Hello, darling.”
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