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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
another little dark spot in this chapter, sorry! just for a moment though!!

Returning to the Ministry was just as daunting as expected. Delphinus seemed stressed to be losing her aide; the stacks of files on Mia’s desk was sky high when she returned, and her timeline to complete her work tasks was extremely short.
Many of the Ministry employees stopped by the Wizengamot Administrative offices to congratulate Mia on her recent nuptials. A silver-haired gentleman from Magical Maintenance even brought her a bouquet of daisies as a wedding gift, telling her they were his late wife’s favorite flower. The gesture brought a tear to her eye, telling him what good taste in florals his wife must’ve had.
When Umbridge stopped by Friday morning, Mia wanted to smack the smug look off her toad-like face. She was delivering information to Mia on how the following week’s court proceedings would go, as well as what her tasks would be through the full two weeks of trials. Mia’s jobs were fairly simple; she would verify the Muggle-borns identity and line them up by order of trial outside the courtroom, and she would scribe the cases as she had done for a few different sessions already. She was also to check for any spare wands, weapons, or anything that security might’ve missed upon their arrival to the Ministry. The entire situation made Mia feel sick, but she nodded politely and took this note of this information.
Friday afternoon was her saving grace, eager to get home to start brainstorming a plan over to successfully get Penelope through her trial. She was finishing up her last stack of copies as a purple paper airplane came zooming in, and into Delphinus’s office.
“Mia!” Delphinus called “Corban wants to see you in his office before you leave for the day”
“Goddamnit” she grumbled under her breath.
She hurried through her stack of copies, dreading whatever bullshit Yaxley wanted to speak with her about. She made her way down the hall, slightly nervous as she approached the oak door with the frosted glass window, golden letters reading ‘Corban Yaxley, Head of Magical Law Enforcement’. She knocked on the door, his brutal face looking up at her from his desk.
“Mia, sit down” Yaxley said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk “Milk and sugar in your tea?”
“uhm, black is fine”
She wasn’t expecting tea. She slunk down into the chair he pointed to, smoothing her skirt awkwardly as he poured her mug. Yaxley gave her a small smirk as he handed her a tea cup. She fidgeted with it for a moment, feeling nervous before taking a sip. It was quite good, a spicy-sweet blend of orange, clove and cinnamon. She took another few sips, feeling uncomfortable under Yaxley’s brutal stare. She rested the teacup in her lap, clearing her throat softly.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Yaxley?”
“Oh, I just wanted to ask you a few questions” he replied “Are you planning on behaving next week?”
“Only while you are watching, I’m going to try to help my friend Penelope as much as I can from the inside”
Mia clasped a hand over her mouth; did she really just say that? Why on earth would she say what she was actually thinking to Corban Yaxley? She looked down at her cup then up to Yaxley’s brutal, smug face. Her stomach dropped and her hands began to shake when she realized what he had done. Stupid stupid stupid. How could she have been so naïve to take a drink of something a Death Eater had given her?
“Veritasserum” she whispered
“I keep a few vials in my desk, comes in handy” he said with a menacing chuckle “Now tell me, where is Harry Potter?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in weeks” she replied automatically
“Are you in contact with him?”
“No, he isn’t in contact with anyone.”
Yaxley narrowed his eyes at her, his cold stare piercing into her.
“He wasn’t in attendance at this little wedding of yours?” He asked slowly.
“No”
His brow furrowed “Is he returning to school this term?”
“I don’t believe so”
“mhmm…” Yaxley gave her an appraising look as he seemed to be thinking. Mia looked away from him, wishing desperately that she hadn’t drunk out of her mug. “Where is your mother’s home?”
“I’m not able to say”
“Yes, the Fidelius charm is quite a powerful enchantment. Tell me then, who is your mother’s Secret Keeper?”
“I don’t know, I wasn’t there when the charm was cast and she never told me who it was.”
Yaxley sighed heavily, shaking her hand and looking at her apathetically “Is there anything you do know?”
“Yes, just not the answers to your stupid questions”
Yaxley let out a bark of laughter “I should backhand you for that cheek, what a way to talk to the Head of Magical Law Enforcement”
Mia glared at him angrily, her mind racing to come up with a plan to get out of Yaxley’s office. Her eyes darted between him and the door, her heart pounding in her ears.
“Where can I find you and the mudblood’s home?”
“I’m not able to say”
“Not your own Secret Keeper— I suppose that was smart on your end” Yaxley said as his eyes narrowed again “Surely you at least know who your Secret Keeper is?”
“Remus Lupin”
“The werewolf husband, of course…”
She needed out of here, now. Mia set her tea down quickly on the desk, standing up to make a dash for the door. Yaxley waved his wand, and she fell back down into her chair, her wrists and ankles now shackled to the chair. She struggled against the binds, Yaxley shifting in front of her.
“Tell me, why is it that you chose the company of a werewolf over a real man?”
“Because I love him; my soul is bonded with his.”
Yaxley gestured to her neck “Your soul is bonded with his because of that beastly mark he gave you”
Mia grit her teeth “My soul bonded to his long before this mark.”
“I see, when was it that you think your ‘soul bonded to his?’”
“At Hogwarts, we were in a relationship while he taught there”
“You little slut, sleeping with your teacher…” Yaxley smirked, leaning back against his desk “The things we learn with veritasserum— you know, my nephew told me you were quite the tease”
“Nephew?”
“Andrew Flint, his mother is my sister” Yaxley smiled; a smile that reminded her of Dolohov, one that shook her to her core. Mia’s breathing hitched, she had no idea. Yaxley kneeled in front of her, placing a hand on her knee. She flinched, leaning away from him as much as she could.
“You like the way the werewolf touches you?”
Mia’s chin quivered “yes.” Her answer came out forced, through gritted teeth as she eyed Yaxley’s hand, her stomach flip flopping as she felt his calloused palm slide slowly up her skirt, across her marred flesh.
“And how is it that you like to be touched, Mia?”
“He is gentle with me in some ways and rough in others” she whispered, beginning to shake as a few stray tears fell “he touches me like he worships me, like I am the only thing in the world that matters”
“I am being gentle with you— you like this?”
His other hand slid up her skirt, his fingers curling around the waistband of her panties. She inhaled sharply, shaking her head as now tears were streaming down her face as he yanked them down, letting them dangle around her shackled ankles.
“No!— I don’t!”
“I think the veritasserum is wearing off, because I think this is exactly what you like, you little skank”
“Mr. Yaxley, please…”
Mia trembled as his hand moved up her skirt again, dangerously close to an area she did not want him near. She squeezed her eyes shut and flexed her hands, the shackles around her wrists and ankles releasing. She jumped up, shoving Yaxley back as she leaped for his office door. Her hand was on the doorknob when Yaxley flicked his wand, and she froze in place.
“Interesting…” he said, studying her intently as he walked around her, stalking her like a shark stalks its prey “How did you manage to do that?”
“I can do some wandless magic” she said quietly
“I see that— can you do anything else interesting?”
“I am an animagus” she replied, wincing as she said it
He looked at her intently “I don’t believe I saw you on the registry” he replied, amused
She fought hard not to speak, the words busting at the seams as the veritasserum forced her to be honest “I’m— not— r- r— registered” she choked through her clenched jaw, immediately cursing herself for not being able to fight the potion.
“What form do you take?”
She clenched her jaw as tight as she could, fighting the effects of the veritasserum. Her face was turning red as she struggled, it was almost painful. She was choking on the words, the sentence fighting every cell in her body to escape.
“Don’t fight the potion, Mia” Yaxley said dangerously “It will only hurt if you resist—now answer my question!”
“A— white— wolf”
“Good to know” he said, a sickening smile creeping across his face “we’ll keep that detail to ourselves for now. Now, I trust this conversation will stay between us and that you’ll behave at the trials next week?”
“Yes” she grumbled
“Yes, Mr. Yaxley” he corrected
She hated Yaxley. He held all the power in the palm of his hand, dandling it in front of her like a carrot.
“Yes, Mr. Yaxley”
“Good girl— and if you don’t, I won’t be so gentle with you next time” He stepped close to her, his hand brushing against the front of her blouse and up to her jaw line. He moved her blouse over so he could study her mark, his breath against her skin giving her uncomfortable goosebumps “So beautiful, such a shame…”
She gritted her teeth as he flicked his wand, releasing her. Mia threw the door open and dashed out of Yaxley’s office to the women’s restroom, throwing herself inside a stall and hurling the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet.
Her skin was pink as she scrubbed and scrubbed, scrubbing Corban Yaxley’s touch off of her skin. Remus was out when she arrived home, thankful to not have to explain her tear soaked face and jumpy demeanor to him. She felt dirty, disgusting, the need to keep scrubbing coursed through her as the washcloth was now beginning to hurt her skin. She let out a frustrated growl, throwing her washcloth onto the shower floor. It hit the floor with a loud smack; she turned the water up to high heat, hoping to burn every inch of unclean flesh off of her body. She couldn’t get the feeling of his hands off of her, she felt sick to think of her panties lying in the middle of his office— would he use that against her? Keep them as a souvenir and say she came onto him? That she took her undergarment off willingly, in an attempt to seduce him? That it was her fault, she shouldn’t’ve worn a skirt and heels to work that day?
The front door slammed shut, making her jump. “Mia? You home?” she heard Remus call from the living room.
“Yeah, in the shower, be out in a second!”
She turned the water off and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. She looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath. She stepped out into the bedroom and dried herself vigorously. She balled her towel up and threw it in the hamper, jumping when she felt Remus’s hands slide around her hips, his warm breath on her neck as he nuzzled his head against her.
“I missed you today” he whispered “I wish you would’ve waited for me to take a shower…”
Usually his lips on her neck sent shivers through her body, but right now, she just didn’t want to be touched. She shrugged, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to get him to stop.
“Remus please— I’m not in the mood”
“Then let’s get you in the mood” he purred
His kisses were overwhelming, his touch made her skin crawl. She rolled her shoulders again, his body not responding to her gentle shoves and posture shifts.
“Not right now, I had a hard day at work—“
“This will help you destress…”
He cupped the swell of her breasts as he pinned her hips against the dresser. Any other day she would’ve bent over and let him take her like this, but today, she couldn’t handle it. A lump began to form in her throat, panic set in as the edges of her vision grew fuzzy.
“REMUS, STOP!” she shouted angrily
He flinched, his hands retreating from her body as he stepped away from her. He looked thoroughly confused as he held his hands up, appraising her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I told you I wasn’t in the mood!” she snapped
He shrugged. “You are always in the mood, all I have to do is look in your direction and you throw yourself at me”
Her anger rose, she could transform into the white wolf and rip his throat out for that statement. “Fuck you!” she scoffed
“It’s not a bad thing!” he cried, chuckling awkwardly “You can throw yourself at me anytime you like, I like it! Trust me!”
All the emotions bubbling underneath the surface came to a head as she rubbed her face furiously, letting out a frustrated growl. His expression softened, his posture stooped as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you stressed about Penelope’s trial?”
Yes and I was also half molested by my pervert boss who dosed me with veritasserum to have me reveal my deep dark secrets. She dug her fingernails into her palm as she fought back stinging tears behind her eyes “yeah, the trial has me nervous”
Why did she lie? Remus wouldn’t blame her for what happened, but part of her felt shameful, dirty that Yaxley put his hands on her. She didn’t want to tell anyone, she didn’t want to speak of it ever. She wanted to forget it happened.
“You hungry? I can make you something”
“No I’m not hungry”
He pursed his lips at her, dissatisfied by this answer but chose not to fight. There was a pregnant pause between them as Remus stared at Mia, and Mia stared at the floor.
“Can I have a minute alone?” she asked softly
“Alright… I’ll be in the living room; the cooking network has an episode on about crème brulee, if you’d like to join me”
“Maybe in a bit” she said, sinking down on the floor with her back against the mattress.
He stood and looked at her for a moment before sighing and exited the room. When he was gone, she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms, crying as quietly as she could. She was indeed scared for Penelope’s trial in the morning, amongst her fears of the impending war. She reached under her bed and felt around, her fingers curling around a bottle of rum she had stashed months ago. She opened it and took a hearty swig, the liquid burning her throat as it went down. Guilt flushed over her as she took another swig, remembering her promise to not use alcohol as her secret coping mechanism. In this moment, her emotions won the internal battle, curling up on her side and clutching the gin bottle to her chest.
“Alright, so they will take your wand...”
Mia, Remus and Penelope were attempting to brainstorm ways for Penelope to get through her trial. Things were looking quite grim, the possibility of getting out without a conviction seemed slim to none.
“Once you appear before the courts, if you’re found guilty of stealing magic they will take you to Azkaban immediately”
“I’m doomed!” Penelope cried, throwing her face into her hands “What am I going to do?”
“They are watching me to make sure that I don’t help you” Mia said “which basically means they will be watching to make sure I don’t return your wand to you”
“What the hell would a wand even help me with, anyway?” Penelope grumbled
“It would help you blast people apart as you ran through the Ministry to escape” Remus said
Penelope ran her hands through her hair obsessively, frizzing her curls “They are going to take me to Azkaban, aren’t they? I am going to prison”
“I’m not going to let that happen…” Mia began
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO, HUH?” Penelope shouted “What the hell could you possibly do at this point?”
“I don’t know, but—“
“But nothing, Mia! I’m going to Azkaban to rot in a filthy cell, it’s inevitable. I should’ve skipped town when I had the chance, but you two—“ She gestured to Remus and Mia angrily “—convinced me to just fill it out, we’d come up with a plan!” Penelope’s face was turning purple with rage and panic “But the time is here and now, and were all just standing around with our heads up our asses!”
“We still have a few days, there’s still time to come up with a plan…”
“Fuck your plans, and fuck you both.” She growled, rising from the table and stomping off into her room, she slammed the door shut, the lock plinking softly. Not that a simple muggle door lock would keep a witch or wizard from entering, but it was the concept behind locking the door.
“Remus, what are we going to do?” Mia whispered
“We need to get a wand to her” he said “that will be the only thing to help her”
Mia sat back, how on earth was she going to get Penelope back her wand with Yaxley watching her every move? She wracked her brain over and over, until a lightbulb went off.
“Bobby pin” she whispered
“What?” Remus asked, furrowing his brow
“I can transfigure wands into bobby pins— I can slip my wand into her hair, they’ll never know it’s my wand I’m giving her, I can play it off as if I am checking her hair for any hidden tricks. With a wave of my hand, I can turn it back, and she’ll be armed”
Remus sat back and studied Mia as he thought this idea through “Its brilliant”
“She can hide out here; where the Fidelius charm will keep her concealed” Mia said “Can you help her brush up on her dueling? She’ll need to be in tip top shape”
Remus smiled, “I can do that— think you can coax her out of her room?”
“Give her a few minutes by herself” Mia sighed “Eric is supposed to come over this afternoon, he should be able to get her out”
“Your wand is a piece of shit” Penelope growled “It doesn’t work”
“Maybe you’re not focusing?” Mia offered “Just take a deep breath and calm down.”
“I’m focusing just fine, thank you! Your wand doesn’t work!”
Penelope had been uncharacteristically on edge ever since receiving her trial notice, and today was no exception. After her outburst earlier, Eric came over with pizza, ice cream and wine, but none of Penelope’s favorite foods had calmed her nerves.
“My wand is fine—“ Mia snapped “You getting all worked up…”
“Mia, if you tell me to calm down one more time…”
“HEY! Ladies, put the claws away—” Eric hollered, before turning to Remus “Why won’t the wand work for her? They are not all the same?”
“Wands are loyal to their owner, however, typically they can be used by another— let me try, Penelope” Remus offered.
He took Mia’s wand and tried to cast a few spells, but had no luck. He held her wand close to his face, inspecting it for damage.
“Are you sure your wand isn’t broken?”
“No, it works fine for me!”
She grabbed her wand and performed a few simple spells with ease, eliciting a groan from Penelope. Remus furrowed his brow, looking at her wand intently.
“What wood is your wand?” he asked “Aspen?”
“No, Acacia”
Remus let out a sigh, realization splashing across his face.
“Of course, no wonder…”
“No wonder what?” Mia asked
“You’re the only witch I know with an Acacia wood wand” Penelope said “Why would that make a difference?”
“Acacia wood is very temperamental. Typically that type of wand will only perform for the witch or wizard it is loyal to, and even at that, the wand cannot be used to its full potential unless wielded by a very talented individual.”
“And when did you study wandlore…?” Mia asked, crinkling her nose
“I read a lot of books during my stints of unemployment” he said simply “So in layman’s terms, a pain in the ass wand for a pain in the ass witch”
He smirked, resulting in a playful slap on the shoulder followed by an eye roll.
“Alright so she needs someone else’s wand” Mia said, a statement not a question
“Why can’t you just keep hers, and then give it back?” Eric asked
“She has to surrender her wand upon her arrival, I won’t have access to it and I know Yaxley will be keeping it under guard” Mia said
“My wand is cypress, you can use mine” Remus offered
“No—“ Mia interjected “you are not staying home unarmed. My mum might have an extra wand lying around, hold on—”
She trotted over to the phone, dialing her mother’s number. She was anxious as she listened to the ring tone, bouncing on her heels.
“Hello?”
“Mum? It’s Mia”
“Hey sweetheart! How are you?”
“Fine fine, hey— do you have any spare wands?”
“I have your grandmother’s wand… why?”
“I need to borrow it— what wood is it made of?”
“Uh… Holly, I think”
“Excellent! I’ll be there in 15 seconds”
Mia slammed the phone on the receiver and apparated with a crack, landing in the middle of Susan’s living room. She began inspecting the bookcases for the wand, expecting her mother to have kept it on display.
“Mum?? Where is it?” she called,
“Right here!” Susan came trotting down the stairs, wand case in hand “Right here, what do you need it for?”
“I just need to borrow it” she said, yanking the wand out of her hand “thanks!!”
“Don’t break or lose that!” she hollered, her words lost in the pop of apparition.
Mia popped back into the living room, taking the wand out of its case and handing it to Penelope.
“Holly— should work”
Penelope cast a few spells beautifully with her grandmother’s wand, almost as easily as if she were using her own wand.
“Excellent. I’ll wear this wand in my hair, and slip it to you. I’ll transfigure it back once it’s time for you to fight.”
Penelope smiled weakly, giving her an uncertain nod.
“Well now that the wand works” Remus clasped his hands together “Let’s get working on our dueling spells, shall we?
Monday comes around, along with a wave of stress. Remus, Penelope and Mia spent the entire weekend brushing up on Penelope’s dueling skills. It was also good for Mia, for the few times she sparred with Penelope to give Remus a break she was able to practice her spells wandless.
As she was pouring a cup of coffee, her anxiety felt like a rising tide within her. Her eyes kept flickering to the whisky bottle pushed back against the backsplash, the honey colored liquid calling out to her. Just a splash in her coffee would take the edge off. She knew she shouldn’t, but she slowly reached for the bottle anyway. She thought she was being swift, but when she felt Remus’s tall frame pin her against the cabinet and his bruising grip on her outstretched hand, she winced. Busted.
“What are you doing” he said, a statement, not a question.
“I just need something to get me through today” she whispered.
“Not that.” He replied curtly “I thought we agreed you weren’t doing this anymore”
“We did” she whispered, even softer as her chin began to tremble.
“Yet you are reaching for a whisky bottle to spike your coffee”
Mia didn’t answer; he had caught her red handed. She thought his back was turned and that she could sneak a splash in unnoticed. She knew he had a right to be upset, she did promise she wouldn’t do this anymore
“You have bottles hidden in this flat, don’t you?” he growled dangerously “Am I going to be upset when I comb through this place after you leave?”
“No” she squeaked
“Are you lying to me?”
His tone was much angrier than she had anticipated, her voice low, gravelly and very unlike him. His grip on her wrist was so tight, her hand was starting to lose feeling.
“Remus, you’re hurting me”
It took him a second to register what she was saying before he released her, stepping away from her quickly, she spun to look at him, his blue eyes burning furiously as they pierced into her.
“Do not lie to me” he said sharply “where is your stash?”
“I don’t have a stash” she lied, struggling to keep eye contact.
She was thankful when Penelope came out of her bedroom, breaking their tension and keeping Remus distracted so Mia could slip out the front door without another word.
The first day of trials was as terrible as she assumed they would be. Muggle-born witches and wizards crying, sobbing for mercy, all of which were sent to Azkaban while Dolores Umbridge sat back, pleased with herself. Mia hated every minute of it; hated hearing the cries for the innocent’s children to not be left motherless or fatherless, Yaxley’s uncomfortable stare or chilling touch when he would place a hand on the back of her neck— reminding her not to pull any funny business. She hated watching Umbridge’s stupid cat patronus walk up and down the courtroom bench, despite the silver animal keeping the effects of the dementors off them.
Once the trials were over for the day, she was tasked with bringing the stack of files to Delphinus’s office, copying the files, and then filing them away. Mia wished Delphinus would’ve been in her office when she stopped by, wishing for a familiar, safe face. Had someone told her Delphinus Gamal’s presence would comfort her 6 months ago when she started her internship, Mia would’ve laughed in their face.
As she copied the first day trial files, a purple paper airplane zoomed in, landing on top of her desk. Mia unfolded the paper airplane carefully, rolling her eyes to see Yaxley’s scrawls across the parchment.
Bring stack of memos to me from on top of my desk, pronto.
She crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the wastebasket, rolling her eyes and cursing under her breath. She copied and sorted the rest of the files quickly, then set out for Yaxley’s office.
She walked inside, scoffing at the chair situated across from his desk, serving as a reminder to what had happened in her just a few days before. She grabbed the stack of papers from the middle of his desk and turned to leave when an idea popped into her head. She snuck a look down the hallway to double check that the brutal faced wizard was not nearby, then pulled out her wand, and pointed it at the ceiling of his office. After muttering a few incantations, Rain began to fall, soaking his desk and all the belongings inside. Mia giggled as she tucked her wand away, walking with a spring in her step down the hallway— and feeling quite pleased with herself.
“I made Yaxley’s office rain!” Mia cried as she bustled in the front door, kicking her heels off “I’d like to see him stop that storm I set loose!”
Her heart dropped when she turned around and saw Remus sitting at the dining room table, 6 bottles of booze in front of him. He missed one. He missed the vodka underneath the couch.
“You lied to me” he said cooly.
“Remus—“
“No.” He said firmly “You do not lie to me. I don’t know when you started lying, but you need to stop.”
She opened and closed her mouth a couple times before sighing admitting defeat. She hunched her shoulders and sunk down into a dining room chair, staring at the floor.
“Yes, I lied to you” she whispered
He let out a frustrated sigh “I am angry because I love you” he said “I am not the bad guy here”
Her chin began to quiver as tears stung behind her eyes. Shame flooded through her, she knew shouldn’t’ve lied.
“I know”
“You are supposed to talk about your feelings, not drink them away” he said “Be honest, how long have you been drinking in secret again?”
“Just this weekend”
He raised an eyebrow “you promise?”
She nodded, a few tears slipping down her cheek.
“Is this all of it? Or do you have more hidden?” he asked, gesturing to the bottles in front of him.
She nodded, wiping her face furiously as she stood, walking to the couch and pointing. It was taking everything she had not to burst into tears, so she simply pointed and sunk down on the couch, wrapping her arms around herself. Remus reached under the couch and pulled the small bottle of vodka out, joining it with the other bottles on the table.
“That’s it?” he asked
She let out a confirming sob, burying her face into her hands.
“Come here” he said softly, stretching his arms to her.
He sat down on the couch, allowing her to crawl into his lap. She nuzzled herself against his chest as he pulled her into a tight embrace and stroked her waist-length dark hair, gently shushing her. She sobbed big fat ugly tears, crying so hard her face was red and patchy. All her emotions hit the surface— crying for disappointing him, crying over her fears for Penelope, crying over her fears for herself.
“I love you” he whispered “we’re going to get through tomorrow, it’s alright.”
“I’m sorry-” she choked “I’m sorry about the booze”
“shhh” he crooned soothingly “just take a deep breath.”
She sobbed against him for nearly an hour, crying out all her frustration, her fears, her anxiety. She knew she should tell him about her conversation with Yaxley, but when she opened her mouth to speak, shame washed over her so intensely that she just began to sob harder, unable to speak. Later, when they were calmed down and snuggled on the couch with a movie on, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him. She didn’t know why, why all of a sudden she was reverting back to the old her and clamming up when it came time to talk things out. Even while she lay with her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat thump slowly in his chest, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him.
She struggled to fall asleep, her anxiety causing her to shift and turn, unable to find a comfortable spot. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing with the events that would occur tomorrow; she was certain no matter the outcome of Penelope’s trial, life as she knew it was surely about to change.
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