Forty Seven
A book landed on the floor with a loud thud, adding to the piles of books already surrounding the black leather couch. A red, thick book with Latin inscriptions flew from the shelf in Tom's office and effortlessly landed in Alexis' hands, making the girl lay back down on the couch and resume her reading. The scent of coffee lingered in the air, consequence of the five mugs of coffee that had been served so far that morning. It was eleven o'clock and she had found no sign of human life in the Carrow residence, giving her no choice but to ask the house-elves for breakfast and retrieve to her brother's office with an unhealthy amount of coffee. She had absolutely no clue as to where everyone had gone off to and eventually noted that it was better that way. She wanted to enjoy the bliss of
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