Ambrosia pursed her lips together, quite sure of the opposite, but she held her tongue. If Adrienne was carrying a new Lestrange then that would bolt on the family connection forever and there was little name more prestigious in their society than that of Lestrange – the very last thing she wanted was for Adrienne to tell someone before it was sure she would deliver (and preferably a boy). Merlin help her if she proved a barren prospect.

“If you insist,” Ambrosia said sniffily, very much giving off the impression that she had decided to stop this line of enquiry. “I came to see if you would be equal to helping me organise a ball once the season began but if you’re not feeling well…” she trailed off, dangling the morsel, one she had most certainly never offered to the other young woman that had haunted her home, but one she had been waiting to extend since the girl had completed her animagus studies. A reward of sorts, though plenty would likely not look at it quite that way.

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them