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"Do you have your supplies?" Hermione asked Hugo for the hundredth time. Hugo was so much like his father it was exasperating. He probably packed everything but his pants. "Quill? Cauldrons? Owl treats?"
"Yes, Mum."
"Hugo!"
Louis had come through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, pushing his trolley toward them. Dominique and Fleur followed behind.
There was no sign of Bill, who Hermione was both longing to see and dreading, the memory of their brief affair burning through her.
"Where's your dad?" Rose asked.
"He said good-bye at the house." Louis shrugged.
Fleur gave Hermione a knowing look and kept walking.