3rd March, 1894 — Eugene's Home
Eugene Scamander

Marlena raised her hand to knock at her brother's front door and immediately stilled. It had been a while since it had just been the two of them. Perhaps a little too long for them to enjoy the closeness they had before but since the accident in London, since Eugene had broken off his engagement, Lena had found it unnaturally awkward to be around her brother. Her fear of losing him had collided with her inability to understand his emotional state and left her floundering.

It was not a condition she appreciated and one for which there was only a single solution.

She let herself in without knocking.

"Hello!" She called, hanging up her things in the hallway. "It's only me," Lena trudged through the hallway, rubbing the cold from her fingers as she went into the sitting room. She raised an eyebrow when she saw her brother looking almost willfully pathetic. "Dear me, what's happened to you now?"

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