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>Check on your sister.
Hermione pulls out her phone from the small purse around her wrist, checking on the status of the investigation. No reply, as of yet. She supposed it was to be expected. The security team was busy screening every guest on the invite list and preparing for the event, after all. They had a long night ahead of them, especially now that two of their most promising hires had been let go earlier this afternoon.
Hermione looks up, glancing at her sister. It seemed she hadn’t noticed her yet. Hermione focuses on her phone, pretending to tap on it nonchalantly as she approaches her older sibling. “…My dear sister. What might you be preparing?”
Aurelia looks up from her paper, and beams when she sees her. Hermione looks even more intently at the settings screen for her phone. “Hermione! You look beautiful!” On instinct, the young woman reaches out to hug her little sister tightly, but stops herself. Messing up both of their outfits would be improper. “I’m not doing anything much, just making sure I have my introductory speech ready. How was your day with your friends, Hermione?”
“…It was fine, dear sister.” Hermione puts away her phone, before holding out her hand, still not making eye contact. “Let me take a look.”
“Sure!”
Hermione scans the page. It was clearly written by her father, or some other family aide. It started with the traditional remarks, then went into how excited her older sister was to be marrying, how she’d looked forward to marriage since she was a child, and a deep hope that all the guests would be there for the ceremony. In short, it was vomit. It didn’t sound much like her older sister at all.
Hermione glances at her sister. If there was any amount of discontent, it wasn’t visible on her face.
>Do you want to say anything?
