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"It isn't pee." she said, her voice hollow as realization burned her up, flushing her tanned features and bringing her already large eyes to saucer-size. Aslan sucked in a hard, sudden breath, rising on unsteady feet to escape from the office as soon as possible, but a steady throb of pain stilled her frantic movements. Standing now, the former Gryffindor grimaced as she held tight to the arms of her soaked chair.
Everything was blue. Cold, Icy, Vivid Blue Pain. Like the starlight on a cold night. Like a baby's first scream.
Aslan tried to straighten, to regain her composure as the pain faded away as quickly as it had come, but it was no easy feat.
What a time to appear, Desdemona... Aslan chastised, licking her lips. "I need to go to Mungos." and quickly before the baby inside her decided Airey's office was just right for her crowning moment. Fearful? No, exhilarated, excited- ready for the red and purple of her world to be splashed anew again- ready to get this over with-
but not ready for the slow, and then sudden sharpness. Aslan cursed, her knees nearly buckling as she grabbed onto the left corner of Airey's desk- the farthest her swollen feet had been able to carry her. |