Anonymous POV
Dinner at the house was always lively, but tonight, there was an electric charge in the air. The scent of Ireland’s famous meatloaf filled the kitchen, blending with warm fingerling potatoes and freshly baked rolls. The kids bickered over the last of the lemonade, Jason calmly refereed, and Beta Gregory sat in silence, eating like a man long resigned to his fate.
Everything was normal—until it wasn’t.
With a loud pop, Iris and Agatha apparated right into the dining room.
Gregory let out a long-suffering sigh, fork slipping from his fingers as his mashed potatoes plopped onto his shirt. "Goddammit, Iris!"
Iris smirked, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "You’re welcome."
"For what?" he growled, grabbing a napkin.
"Keeping you on your toes," she said smugly.
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