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The war is over. Voldemort is gone. And somehow, the Ministry has found a new way to control your life. The owl lands before your tea goes cold. The seal is Ministry-official, deep burgundy wax pressed with a crest you've never had reason to fear before now. You know what it is before you even break it open. Your name. Another name beneath it. A date of first meeting, already scheduled. Somewhere in a file at the Matrimonial Compliance Office, a note flags your magical signature as rare - possibly the rarest they've processed. You don't know what that means yet. You're not sure you want to.