Febs was pretty sure that her mother had purposefully sent her a copy of the article. Ianthe had come in with it mid-morning, while Febs was sitting in the library of her temporary home and after reading it a few times, Febs left it on the table to simmer while she occasionally shot it resentful glares. Aside from that, she couldn't exactly complain about her current situation. A new library to tackle, plenty of time to herself, sharing a bed with the man she loved, there wasn't anything to complain about. The only thing she was still working on was that she really couldn't tell how his staff was handling this whole situation, but she was pretty sure she'd at least made friends with the butler. At least he came around every once in a while asking if she needed anything and made sure she was fed. Other than that though, she pretty much tried to stay out of the way as much as possible and that was easy to do with a brand new library at her disposal.

With a fire roaring in the fireplace and the clock on the wall signaling Edric would be home from work soon, Febs kept glaring at the newspaper and then back at her book, but she'd read the same paragraph three times now. Sighing in resignation, Febby gave up and instead turned to stare out the window at the rainy day outside from her new favorite window seat. Their meeting with her parents, once they'd plucked up the nerve to go to her house (out of necessity, she needed clothes after all!) had been... well, it had gone about as well as expected. Her father was almost unreadable, stoic silence usually his favorite form of disapproval while her mother had plenty to say on the situation and no matter how many times Febs explained herself, they didn't seem to want to understand. Without going into unnecessary detail, Febs had tried to assure them that this was something she wanted- that they wanted, that the Amortentia letters had likely just sped up the inevitable, but they didn't want to hear her. It was, decidedly unfortunate and a little upsetting, but it wouldn't deter her. Clearly they didn't know their daughter very well.

The sound of the library door opening pulled her from her reverie. Thinking it was the butler again, she was pleasantly surprised to find Edric there instead. A soft, genuine smile bloomed on her features as she greeted him, "Hello, Love. How was your day?"