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In a panic sort of reaction, she shut the door but neglected to make sure she was on the other side of it.
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And Then It All Went Wrong
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A sigh, an upward glance, that was more Evander. Enough to make Caroline's uneasy feeling lessen. She had learned throughout their marriage that he wasn't the most affectionate man, instead she had learned to cherish each gesture of his like some trying to bottle a fleeting scent in a bottle. So when Evander turned to her, his warm hands framing her face, and gave her a light kiss, she didn't question it. Instead she savored it, letting her eyelids flutter shut and a small smile slide across her lips at his words.

All too soon he had stepped away, such tender moments couldn't last forever, no matter how much Caroline might wish they did. It was a different sort of tender, the recommendation of the floo powder instead. Evander never did think that apperation in her state was wise, so she nodded and stepped ahead of him. The flames turned emerald green from the powder and she stepped through, willing herself not to puke as she stumbled into the parlor of the tea room, moving aside to wait for Evander.

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Step one was finally complete. With them now in Hogsmeade, Delilah had to figure out what to do to accomplish step two: ditch the poor woman. Stepping through the fireplace after her, she moved to stand next to her. Breakfast. She absolutely needed breakfast and then she needed to find a way to make sure her kids weren’t harmed - she’d go to jail as Evander if meant protecting them. (Oh, one day she was going to have to beg for his forgiveness, but today was not that day.)

Reaching out, Delilah rested her hand briefly against the girl’s shoulders. “What would like you?” She hummed. Breakfast, and then she really did have to leave. Work would have to figure out he wasn’t coming. She briefly wondered what he did - she’d asked the woman, in a bit. Conversation over breakfast? Delilah moved her feet toward one of the shops that was open. She was starving. “Or, more importantly, what’s your favorite breakfast food?”

She held the door open for her before she followed in after her. Delilah was considering taking her breakfast to-go.




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