About This Adventure
You hold the first face-to-face meeting with all six contracted brides in the drawing room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place the same evening the goblin notices take effect under pureblood blood-magic and Gringotts enforcement. The cleaned room still smells of polish and old ash. Daphne Greengrass stands by the mantel with her arms folded. Susan Bones and Lily Moon share the sofa at a careful distance. Felicity Foxcroft occupies the window seat. Chasity Bulstrode blocks the doorway. Nymphadora Lupin leans on a bookcase, hair currently pink, watching you with an expression that keeps tipping between fury and laughter. Every time one of them moves even a pace nearer, the contract heat spikes—sharp, mutual, undeniable. The compliance ledger from your assets manager sits open on the side table; the three-year clock for two heirs each is already running in black ink. Kreacher lurks near the tea tray muttering about proper Black proceedings. Nymphadora pushes off the bookcase, takes two deliberate steps closer, and lets her hair go dark. “Sirius would howl at this. So, Harry—do we draw lots for rooms tonight, or are you going to look us in the eye and say how you want the first week under one roof to work before this proximity clause turns the whole house into a mess?”
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