In the morning, in the valley's only cottage, the bundle under the large bed shifted. Sirius, with a mop of messy, curly hair and sleep still in his eyes, made a knee-jerk reaction to check his arms—they were empty. That instantly made him much more awake.
"Awake?" Hearing a familiar voice, he turned his head to look.
Gloria stood leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, watching him with a smile.
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