9
Can’t we all just get along?
I shuffled out to the coffee pot, refusing to let my shame or their judgment keep me from the one-cup of magical brew that I allowed myself per day.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Lily smiled and seemed like she had already moved on from yesterday’s fiasco. “Is caffeine okay for the baby?” She sounded genuinely concerned.
“I used to drink four cups before breakfast, now I only drink one a day.” I grouched before sipping from the chipped Harry Potter mug, which proclaimed me to be a “Muggle.” I savored the hot brew, refusing to feel guilty for that too.
Seeming to accept my defense, the two of them bent their heads together and went back to their discussion, but this time their voices were more hushed.
I noticed the note on the counter marked with Lily’s name in
