Yule walked in silence towards the burrow where someone was waiting for her. Feeling rather dazed and in a bad mood she kept a steady paste in the hope the fresh air would clear her head from too many thoughts. Still holding in her hand a letter, she stopped for a moment to read again the words, ink smudged by tears and a barely legible handwriting, then shook her head and started walking once more.
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