There was nowhere for him to retreat to, not without risking being either caught or overheard anyway. He didn't dare head towards the hallway either, which left the floo. He could just leave, he supposed. Escaping would be easy enough now that he'd had confirmation that she was, in fact, alright. Except, leaving would be the final nail in the coffin. Winnie wouldn't be kind towards him if he were to abandon her mid-conversation twice.

"And I see and handle magical accidents all day." He shot back. "Anything can go awry at any time, and then what?" He'd read about her death in the paper? Find out about it from her brother? Fuck that. He would be better off not knowing in that scenario.

"It's not about the potion, Winnie. It's fine, I'm relieved that you took it." Dory didn't exactly relish the idea of marriage. "We're good. You're fine, let's leave it there."

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