"There is no sweet, delicious soft bread or lamb chops, only black bread." Sitting in the armchair opposite, Severus commanded a teacup filled with water to float over to Camelia, explaining the current state of the kitchen to the fastidious young lady.
"What does it matter? We grew up eating this anyway." Camelia took the white porcelain cup floating in the air and said with an air of indifference.
In truth, if not for the sake of survival, Camelia sometimes found even the act of eating to be a chore.
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