She allowed herself to be led to a chair, unsure as to how long the adrenaline would keep the strength in her legs, and the hand that was squeezing her heart loosened its grip as her uncle confirmed that she had done the correct thing in coming to him before the aurors or the constables. Experiencing the approval of Lucius Lestrange, even under the current circumstances had a peculiar effect on those related to him but blood.
She ran her hand over her hair once more, hoping that looking like herself would make her feel like herself once more, but it didn't feel like that right now. She wasn't sure she would ever feel the same again. 'Padmore park, she usually likes to be down near the duck pond and it was not more than 20 minutes - the nanny looked for only a few minutes before running to the house' she forced her voice to remain even. It would not help to become hysterical now. That would be later - when either her daughter was home and she could cry into the girls hair, making her complain about her mothers neediness or at least when someone was out there looking. 'I don't think she would wander off, not Agape.' If they had been discussing Meta, Nel would have put money on finding her living feral in the bushes having decided, after reading a copy of Gullivers travels that Swiftts Yahoos had it right.
'If they hurt her' she said, more to herself than to the Lestrange Patriarch, the threat went unexpressed, and she didn't even know who the 'they' was, but the normally placide Lestrange could imagine murder if her daughter... Her pale hands clutching into fists 'By Merlin if they hurt her'
She ran her hand over her hair once more, hoping that looking like herself would make her feel like herself once more, but it didn't feel like that right now. She wasn't sure she would ever feel the same again. 'Padmore park, she usually likes to be down near the duck pond and it was not more than 20 minutes - the nanny looked for only a few minutes before running to the house' she forced her voice to remain even. It would not help to become hysterical now. That would be later - when either her daughter was home and she could cry into the girls hair, making her complain about her mothers neediness or at least when someone was out there looking. 'I don't think she would wander off, not Agape.' If they had been discussing Meta, Nel would have put money on finding her living feral in the bushes having decided, after reading a copy of Gullivers travels that Swiftts Yahoos had it right.
'If they hurt her' she said, more to herself than to the Lestrange Patriarch, the threat went unexpressed, and she didn't even know who the 'they' was, but the normally placide Lestrange could imagine murder if her daughter... Her pale hands clutching into fists 'By Merlin if they hurt her'
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