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>Eat lunch too.
Hermione sits at an ornate table, looking out at the garden as she begins to delicately cut into her freshly grilled salmon. Her phone, set to speaker as she continues to listen in on Samantha’s conversations, is set on the table nearby.
The report from the tech specialist had been rather underwhelming. After his cursory overview, the only things he’d been able to find were one-off posts on various different websites asking questions <span class="mu-i">possibly</span> related to magical girls, but they were all either anonymous or from accounts long abandoned. He’d mentioned he could attempt to do an intensive combover through every known internet access point he had available reach for, but the results would possibly take days to come out, and the return on investment was beginning to become doubtful in Hermione’s mind. Her focus returns to Samantha’s wolf-girl adventure, as their conversation begins to shift back into more interesting territory.
