"Here, what are you looking at?"
Albert set a cup of milk tea before Isabelle, then took his own cup and sat on the sofa beside her, his gaze falling on the framed photograph on the table.
"A book Mother sent over with Dobby. It doesn't seem like anything in it is useful." Isabelle put down her book, took a sip of milk tea, and said, "She wants us to go back when we have time."
"Mm, once things here are settled, we'll return to England." Albert gently placed his hand on Isabelle's stomach. "When did it happen?"
"A few days ago, but it hasn't been officially confirmed yet. You know I have no experience with this." Isabelle seemed very calm. She had anticipated this day and had long prepared herself to accept it all, though it had indeed come a little early for her.
"Don't worry. I'll be with you." Albert held Isabelle's hand.
"I know."
Isabelle had never been afraid because of it, especially after Albert had reassured her last time.
Just then, a knock sounded outside.
Albert swiftly glanced at the map and, only after confirming who had arrived, rose from his seat to open the door.
"Good morning, Professor."
Albert smiled as he greeted Dumbledore, who stood outside.
"How are Nicholas and Perenal?" Dumbledore asked directly.
"Since the Elixir of Life ran out, their health has been worsening by the day." Albert stepped back to let Dumbledore inside. "I made a prophecy not long ago. It will probably be today."
"Your prophecies really are convenient." Dumbledore entered and closed the door behind him. "Still, it is best not to abuse them casually. Knowing how the future ends is not always a good thing."
"They should be awake soon. Have a seat." Albert made Dumbledore a cup