He was silent for a second, then another. Juliana's grip on her wand tightened, ready to spring into action if needed. She'd practiced the memory charm; she was confident she could apply it and do no damage beyond erasing the past five minutes. What happened then she was less sure about, but the immediate danger of discovery and negative repercussions would have passed; she could decide that night if she could carry on with the wedding, knowing what would happen if her secret was eventually discovered.
When he finally responded her brow knotted — she had expected negativity — then gradually relaxed, as did her grip on the butt of her wand.
"You flatter me, Mr. Ainsworth," she said, a laugh bubbling up from the relief that swept through her chest. "Can I trust you to keep my secret, then?"
When he finally responded her brow knotted — she had expected negativity — then gradually relaxed, as did her grip on the butt of her wand.
"You flatter me, Mr. Ainsworth," she said, a laugh bubbling up from the relief that swept through her chest. "Can I trust you to keep my secret, then?"
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