Yet that lingering sense of familiarity lingered in Camelia's heart like a delicate, wispy veil.
"Let's go, Remy." Delilah affectionately used Lupin's nickname, and her waving gesture interrupted Camelia's train of thought.
On Lupin's face was a calm expression of unconcern, as if such a sappy endearment was entirely normal in their interactions.
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