Then, without waiting for Daisy to react, Allen bent down again and kissed each of the two little ones on the cheek, then swept all three of them into one embrace. Daisy did not want Allen to hear the tears in her voice, so she only jerked her chin toward Emily.
Emily, standing beside them, had not said a word all day. She merely twisted her fingers tightly together, head lowered, her long hair falling down to hide her expression.
Allen knew the little girl could not bear to part with him, and likewise did not wait for his sister to react. He simply put both hands under Emily's arms, lifted her up, and spun her around quickly. As she flew through the air, Emily's deathly pale little face first let out a few shrieks, and at last managed to squeeze out a smile. Only when she giggled aloud and begged for mercy did Allen set her down.
The farewells that followed with his brothers and fathers were far more restrained and proper. Though there were not many words, what each of them wanted to say could be understood without any Prophecy.
What troubled Allen more were his lovers.
Hermione had finally begun to put on a little weight recently because, now that she was pregnant, Morgan le Fay, Dobby, Maggie, and the others had taken meticulous care of her meals. But today her eyes were red-rimmed, and she looked rather haggard.
When she saw Allen walking over, Hermione's lips trembled. She suddenly rushed toward him, stretched out both arms, and began rummaging through his pouch. "Allen... before you leave, check the supplies you're carrying one more time. See if there's anything you need but forgot to bring..." She straightened a little, controlled her emotions, then asked uncertainly, "You and