The morning sunlight, resembling a layer of warm, tinted gauze, slipped through the gaps in the heavy curtains, crept onto the edge of the bed, and gently blanketed the young woman.
"The loyal Kreacher offers his most sincere daily greetings to the mistress, the noble Lady Walburga."
A hoarse, low voice, resembling that of a bullfrog, suddenly rang out, instantly shattering the morning tranquility.
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