A burden? She thought she was a burden?
Edric stared at her, expression blank and mouth agape, as she stared back at him with vulnerable eyes. February Lynch—Umbridge now, he reminded himself—never struck him as the sort of woman who needed affirmation from him, her friends, or anyone, but she clearly needed just that at the moment.
"You're not a burden, February," he insisted, reaching up with his free hand to cup her cheek. "I don't think anything could have compelled me to marry a woman I didn't wish to marry. No letter, no potion, nothing." In reality, it wasn't sure whether he would have or not; all he knew is that he'd wanted to marry her, letter or no letter. The fact that she doubted that fact—doubted him—made his chest tighten.
Edric stared at her, expression blank and mouth agape, as she stared back at him with vulnerable eyes. February Lynch—Umbridge now, he reminded himself—never struck him as the sort of woman who needed affirmation from him, her friends, or anyone, but she clearly needed just that at the moment.
"You're not a burden, February," he insisted, reaching up with his free hand to cup her cheek. "I don't think anything could have compelled me to marry a woman I didn't wish to marry. No letter, no potion, nothing." In reality, it wasn't sure whether he would have or not; all he knew is that he'd wanted to marry her, letter or no letter. The fact that she doubted that fact—doubted him—made his chest tighten.
— set by MJ! —