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Olive's POV I had walked round the palace for the past two days, moping and sulking. The issue concerning my parents, though little, was creating havoc in my life. And I hated it. Ron had surprisingly let me be throughout those days but the occasional worried glances he passed me, now and then, revealed how much he was also concerned about my wellbeing. I lost my appetite immediately, the food was placed on the table and sleep was now a distant luxury. I had been tossed into the world of an active Luna, visiting orphanages, cutting ribbons to recently completed buildings and even attending fundraisers with a fixed smile on my face. Inside, I was screaming. I wondered how long Ron would continue gracing me with the privilege of my space and the answer presented itself in a cute little