Helga had many questions about her current situation, but the most pressing one was how his voice managed to be so soothing. It was soft, yet rugged; masculine, yet gentle. It was the type of voice that would put someone with the worst insomnia to sleep. She flashed a nervous smile, hoping he wasn't a legilimens; how embarrassing it was to be thinking about that in a moment like this!
"I am less worried about the discomfort and more about my immediate future. My mother will get worried if I don't return home for tea," she admitted. She always returned home on time, lest she have her mother believe she was being led astray. "I know you're doing your best. No need to worry about my nerves."
Her nerves became a much bigger problem, though, the moment he introduced himself. Faustus Prewett? Prewett? The eldest son of Harriet Prewett? The widowed one? Helga felt her heartbeat pick up the pace. If there was someone she did not want to make a fool of herself in front of, it was a Prewett.
"Helga," she blurted, cheeks flushed pink. "Helga Scamander." She was tempted to throw in a 'I know your mother' or something, but she—fortunately—did no such thing.
"I am less worried about the discomfort and more about my immediate future. My mother will get worried if I don't return home for tea," she admitted. She always returned home on time, lest she have her mother believe she was being led astray. "I know you're doing your best. No need to worry about my nerves."
Her nerves became a much bigger problem, though, the moment he introduced himself. Faustus Prewett? Prewett? The eldest son of Harriet Prewett? The widowed one? Helga felt her heartbeat pick up the pace. If there was someone she did not want to make a fool of herself in front of, it was a Prewett.
"Helga," she blurted, cheeks flushed pink. "Helga Scamander." She was tempted to throw in a 'I know your mother' or something, but she—fortunately—did no such thing.
— set by MJ! <3 —