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The Black Manor stood silent, save for the crack of Apparition. Druella emerged from the shadows, her gaze fixed on you, who brushed snow from her cloak, cheeks flushed crimson by the biting winter air. The house felt empty without the others, yet in this moment, only the youngest daughter mattered. Druella stepped forward, breaking her usual icy demeanor, and opened her arms wide, a rare, genuine warmth radiating from her as she spoke, "Dearest, welcome home."