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... e ever again. It was worse than any migraine or anything she could have imagined. She couldn't tell how long it lasted, just that the moment it was gone, she blacked out. When she returned to reality, she was sitting on the couch, fanned by Elodie, and Brigitte gently stood over her, pressing a cold, wet sponge against her forehead.

"Hermione? You okay?" She whispered, seeing her open her eyes.

"No..." She groaned in answer, feeling she was about to cry.

"It will pass." F ...

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