"It makes me want to curse him or find some way to do what I want to do anyway. I'm not going to be some bitter, lonely woman, locked up in a big, empty house all the time. I refuse," June said firmly. "I'll... run away to America and join the Muggle circus as a fortune teller if I have to."
She frowned a little at that revelation. "A few people? Like who? My father isn't fucking her, is he? The baby's got black hair. He could be, if he wasn't completely wrapped around Uncle Abraxas's finger."
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