Adrienne responded with a shrug - Liliana would be able to handle Witch Weekly no problem. Though she would be lying if she said she wouldn't be the slightest bit curious to see Liliana face up against the notorious rag magazine. She pursed her lips, grateful that Ambrosia didn't seem to have any care about their prospects. Perhaps that would last a few years past her 7th year, and she would be able to return to the Infirmary in peace, unencumbered by whatever suitor came to call.

That was considering she would even have any suitors after Hogwarts.

"Egh," Adrienne shook herself, tossing the rose over her shoulder. "Any man who controls his wife like that is a beast." she commented with finality. She was determined to not be one of those people, but the fact that it wasn't entirely in her hands made her nervous. "And would surely be filleted like one if they threatened me like that." The subject of marriage was making her quite irritated, and Adrienne caught the hanging tendril of a tree, pulling it until the leaves submitted and came off in her hand. She shook her hand to free the leaves before repeating the same action; a nervous tick. "You.." She turned to face her brother, her hand still capturing the branch of the tree and pulling it over her like a protective cloak. "...you wouldn't let that happen, would you?" There was no shakiness in her voice, but she knew Ari could tell when she was asking a promise of him.

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