The desolation in her niece’s eyes was nearly enough to move her; nearly, but not quite enough, for her convictions ran a great deal deeper than her compassion and neither thing made a lick of difference with the state of their finances. Mayfield might have had some connections that could sponsor Blythe for her final years at Hogwarts, but Temperance most emphatically did not.

“We will find you something useful that you enjoy,” she insisted with a small degree of sympathy. “The Lord will guide you to your purpose and you can stop looking quite so glum.”

At least Temperance hoped she would. She knew she was right, but it didn’t make it any easier to see Blythe so clearly distraught and Temperance, despite evidence to the contrary, was not made of stone.

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Wonderful set by Lady <3