She still couldn't shake the feeling that some great misunderstanding had happened somewhere in the whirlwind of the last few minutes but when she searched his face she found no mirroring uncertainty.

"To what end?"  She protested after a few miserable moments.  This was a unique torture made just for her but she'd wanted candor for years and now she had it.  "I wouldn't know how to run your house or - or host things.  Your society wouldn't have me."  She was somehow rambling another unplanned list at him.  "Children are... And I work.  I won't give up wandmaking."  She added defiantly as if the possibility had just occurred to her.

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"I don't own a house and I don't host things," Elliot pointed out curtly, because he could not resist. But she had a point, with some of the rest of it — he thought he would rather like to have children, and she would have to get used to Society sooner or later if she was going to be his wife.

"And I don't recall asking you to give up wand making," he added, with a wry smile. "But maybe some of these are details we should discuss when both of us have our faculties."

  

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Her defiant expression shifted to a puzzled frown. There were many things that hadn't made sense and he was really only adding to it. With a squint, she considered the possibility that he was doing it on purpose. She was starting to miss the elated buzz that had emboldened her to take that spontaneous floo trip.

"I sent my elf home." she said, raising an incredulous palm. "Perhaps you have too many faculties."

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