In the early morning, the snow outside stopped. Isobel had just woken up and felt a bit chilly in her room, so she pulled her head back under the covers. Vague, chaotic noises drifted up from the kitchen downstairs. The young girl let out a soft sigh, quickly got up, dressed, and went downstairs to help with breakfast.
"Mom, don't you have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries today?" asked the red-haired girl in her casual clothes as she walked into the kitchen, looking at Mrs. McDougal who was bustling about in a flurry of preparation.
"Darling, today is your birthday." Mrs. McDougal gestured for her daughter to wait a moment. "So, I took half a day off to cook you a lavish breakfast."
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