Beef soup

Hermione lay on the bed, her belly pressed against the soft mattress. The book was spread open before her, her eyes examining the pages and illustrations therein.

By her side were the other books she had gathered from the library, carefully stacked.

She hummed, her hands going to fiddle with the locks of her hair as her legs dangled in the air in a back-and-forth motion. She was absorbed by the book, and felt peaceful, not until when she heard someone knocking on the door. Twice. It was Lulu.

She momentarily stopped playing, her eyes drawn to the door as she anticipated her hand-maiden.

The woman approached Hermione with a smile on her lips, she was wiping her hands against a clean napkin.

"Guess who I just saw in the kitchen?" She inquired with a tilt of her head. She placed her hands on her hips.

Hermione shook her head in confusion. She sat upright on the bed.

"It's his highness" Lulu beamed.