It was fortunate that Audra wasn't a gambling woman (not only for the sake of Ford's sanity), if she'd had to put money on someone fainting over dinner she would've put a handsome some on a genuine faint from Grace or a staged one from Verity, never in a million years would she have ever considered Noble.
Unfortunately it had been years since she'd been able to lift her youngest son without assistance or else she might've carried him from the room in her arms - she'd probably do herself a mischief if she tried now. Never mind that it was hardly dignified for a grown man to be carried out of a dinner party in his mother's arms.
"Noble?" Audra got up from her chair almost as hastily as Ford had but had the convenience of being sat right next to him. She placed a hand over his heart and was relieved to find a heartbeat although there was no reason why he ought to have dropped dead so suddenly. Audra searched herself for her wand. "Ford, ducky, it's alright." In a lower tone she continued, "Do you know if he's unwell?" It distressed her to think he might be ill and have concealed it from her but she supposed it was the way of boys once they reached a certain age. Mr. Lestrange made a good point about smelling salts but sadly she didn't keep any on her person. She drew her wand and murmured an incantation to conjure a pungent smell to rouse him in much the same way one might with smelling salts. 'Sadly' because although the spell was more effective, it was only more effective because it was more potent and had a way of permeating a room in a way smelling salts certainly did not. "Can you hear me, Chicken? Come back to us."
Unfortunately it had been years since she'd been able to lift her youngest son without assistance or else she might've carried him from the room in her arms - she'd probably do herself a mischief if she tried now. Never mind that it was hardly dignified for a grown man to be carried out of a dinner party in his mother's arms.
"Noble?" Audra got up from her chair almost as hastily as Ford had but had the convenience of being sat right next to him. She placed a hand over his heart and was relieved to find a heartbeat although there was no reason why he ought to have dropped dead so suddenly. Audra searched herself for her wand. "Ford, ducky, it's alright." In a lower tone she continued, "Do you know if he's unwell?" It distressed her to think he might be ill and have concealed it from her but she supposed it was the way of boys once they reached a certain age. Mr. Lestrange made a good point about smelling salts but sadly she didn't keep any on her person. She drew her wand and murmured an incantation to conjure a pungent smell to rouse him in much the same way one might with smelling salts. 'Sadly' because although the spell was more effective, it was only more effective because it was more potent and had a way of permeating a room in a way smelling salts certainly did not. "Can you hear me, Chicken? Come back to us."
