 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Pandora gulped down the water, draining the goblet in one go. Clutching the goblet tightly she quietly told Dora, "I-I've just come from St. Mungo's. They saw me on my own. I..." She avoided Dora's gaze. "I will be very fortunate ever to have a baby of my own." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Ronan fell asleep outside in the waiting area... I couldn't bare to tell him, so I came here. He broke me."
She finally looked up at Dora, dark circles rimming her eyes, her skin paler than ever. She took Dora's hand in her own. "I asked Silas not to say anything until I knew for certain what was going on. He told me that he could only do that for me if I promised to tell you as soon as I could. He didn't want to keep it from you at all. He was brilliant Dora. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't..."
She rubbed her hand over her eyes. Hoarsely she said, "Ronan's father was just awful. He seemed to know every button to push. His work wasn't important, he should be keeping up the family tradition of politics, he was living with muggles which wasn't good enough and he was settling when he was capable of doing better. They hadn't seen each other for ten years and the man didn't bother to say hello before he started to throw insults around." She paused for a few moments. "I'm not making excuses for him Dora, what he did was beyond wrong but I don't think he knew I was there. He was like a frightened child who wasn't in control of his magic."
She covered her eyes again. Her bag lay abandoned on the hearth. "Dora, there's a potion in my bag, they gave me it at St. Mungo's, I'm supposed to have it with warm milk. Could... could I stay here, tonight? P-please?"
She looked at her friend hopefully, hugging her arms around herself, unsure of what she would do if she was refused.
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