Dear God but she hoped Miss Lestrange already knew that her hair was a different colour. Admittedly, slight changes in the young woman’s appearance were hardly unusual, but this was rather more striking that normal and she looked, well, deeply ridiculous. The Lestrange colouring might just about get away with auburn hair but a deep red that reminded Connie of the sort of blood that seeped from dead animals before it went black was definitely not flattering. And she certainly didn’t want to be the one to tell her.

Miss Lestrange didn’t frighten her one jot but she was conscious that not all pureblood families were as neglectful as Holly’s and a word of displeasure from this particular young lady might mean her job was on the line.

“How are you feeling, Miss Lestrange? I understand the nurse has left things for me to explain?” She queried, pulling a partition curtain around the bed to afford Miss Lestrange a little privacy. Apparently the nurse was too busy to think of such a thing but she knew the next few moments would likely be excruciating for Miss Lestrange and didn’t want to make things worse.

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MJ made me beautiful