It was a laughable suggestion, one she instantly knew she'd never manage to achieve. For even if she had never loved him — even if their future wasn't once a joyous and bountiful one — she would still worry due to the nature of her career. Even now, she remained tempted to grab his hand and take them both to the hospital with how certain she was of his needing help. In fact, were she any less involved she would have done exactly that. She would have saw to it that he got treatment, even if it meant she received no updates and was on the receiving end of his ire.

However, Rosie was attached and she didn't think she could handle him shouting vile things at her again. (What I would like is for you to stay out of my life haunted her in her dreams more often than she would ever admit to.) And so, without further comment on whether or not she'd worry over him, Rosie gestured towards the house and said, "the floo is this way."

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