Wait, what?
Helena stopped in her tracks, eyeing her son with a very specific combination of astonishment and outrage that only a mother of three boys could conjure up as she briefly entertained the notion that she had taken too much laudanum and missed something. No, that was absurd, she had been good lately and even if she had missed it at the time surely John would have seen fit to inform her?
This was…new, for want of a better phrase, she was quite sure of it and Charles looked as though he regretted opening his mouth so there was definitely something to be jumped on here.
“Marrying her?” Helena repeatedly back, a dog with a bone now. She reached out to lay a hand on her son’s shoulder, commanding his attention and refusing to let him escape until she had an answer. “I wasn’t aware you were marrying her.”
It was not wholly unexpected of course but still Helena felt a tad unsettled. True that there were considerably worse girls he could bring home but the fact that he had not told her first was what really chaffed. But who could know if she did not? There was no reason to keep an engagement secret which suggested-what? That the Lestrange didn’t want it announced yet? That Charles hadn't asked her yet? Or that the engagement was altogether a secret?
Helena stopped in her tracks, eyeing her son with a very specific combination of astonishment and outrage that only a mother of three boys could conjure up as she briefly entertained the notion that she had taken too much laudanum and missed something. No, that was absurd, she had been good lately and even if she had missed it at the time surely John would have seen fit to inform her?
This was…new, for want of a better phrase, she was quite sure of it and Charles looked as though he regretted opening his mouth so there was definitely something to be jumped on here.
“Marrying her?” Helena repeatedly back, a dog with a bone now. She reached out to lay a hand on her son’s shoulder, commanding his attention and refusing to let him escape until she had an answer. “I wasn’t aware you were marrying her.”
It was not wholly unexpected of course but still Helena felt a tad unsettled. True that there were considerably worse girls he could bring home but the fact that he had not told her first was what really chaffed. But who could know if she did not? There was no reason to keep an engagement secret which suggested-what? That the Lestrange didn’t want it announced yet? That Charles hadn't asked her yet? Or that the engagement was altogether a secret?