Downstairs, the house was already bursting with movement. Duffle bags and enchanted trunks had exploded into clothes, maps, beach souvenirs, and unwashed socks. The scent of burnt toast and over-sweetened tea danced in the air. It was complete chaos.
And Evelisse… loved it.
Felix tripped over a folded hammock and landed face-first in his robe pile. "This would be so much easier if the attendants were here!"
"That's the point!" Seraphina called from the kitchen, sleeves rolled up. "We're packing ourselves this time. Family only. No magic helping attendants!"
"I miss them actually!" Jared howled. "they folds my shirts into dragons!"
"And you're perfectly capable of folding them into—uh—tired worms," Callum said, holding up a crumpled tunic. "See?"
Aldric emerged from a hallway with a box labeled 'DO NOT OPEN (Jared's Snacks) slung over one shoulder. "We used to pack like this before we had staff poking their nose in our business, remember?"
