The denial took her aback and Morwenna stared at the younger woman with an ever-deepening feeling of helplessness. She couldn’t explain herself here, not where the walls might have ears and any one of her employees might be hovering just outside the door. Merlin, if it got back to the Wizangamot she would be done for.

She wished, not for the first time, that the limits of magic were not so defined. How was it the Department of Mysteries could play with time itself and yet they were no closer to curing lycanthropy?

“Elinor,” she tried again, steeling herself as she looked her protégé in the eyes, forcing back the tears of pain and shame that threatened to fall. “I can’t stay here, if somebody other than you sees me…”

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat