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-Chapter♕Six-

✧WATCHFUL GREY EYES✧

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When Rhea had awoken the next morning, her face had felt swollen. And upon looking at the mirror, she realized that she did indeed received a pattering of busies from Dolohov's rings.
But what hurt worse was the remembrance that followed.

His hands touching her in such a vulnerable state still made her nauseous, and she couldn't shake the feeling that if he had the urge to go further—He would know exactly how to go about subduing her.

He had, he just thought against it, and Merlin that thought scared her.

Sirius had responded, as per the small charm on her bracelet that she enchanted—In order to know when to check and such. But right now she needed to cover the evidence.

"Rhea...Darling? Are you awake?" Her mother's voice had startled her outright, and so she masked her face with a glamour charm and hurried to her main bedroom.
"I'm awake." She called in return, and thus her mother came in with her arms filled with a bundle of flowers.

"These arrived for you just a few moments ago." In following her mother, she caught sight of the small card that was attached to the exaggerated bundled of plucked flowers.

Roses, not even the flower of her choice.

-I hope you're feeling better this morning my love, the next party I won't be so careless in managing how much we're drinking. Hopefully you managed well enough after I left.
Owl me.

Funny.
Because she hadn't drunk enough to forget a single event, but clearly he's managed to spin the tale differently.
"Your father and I are disappointed in you, having left the party without speaking to us beforehand." She peeked her head up from the letter and nodded, though her mind simply reminded her of her plans the following night.

As if her mother would make such a deal if she knew what truly happened.

"Your father wants to speak with you in his study, get dressed." And with that, her mother had left. The woman was still waiting for the giddiness of being courted like their friends had when Narcissa had been seeing Lucius.

But this was no paring in heaven.

Instead Rhea had taken the flowers straight into her fireplace and sent the needed sparks to get rid of those damned flowers. It hadn't been an apology, it was more or less a warning not to speak out.

A reminder.

Rhea had given herself all of ten minutes to get ready, making sure that her charm was strong enough to last the rest of the day. She would have to put on some paste tonight in order for it to heal properly, right alongside the pattern on her knees and wrist.

The walk to her father's study was just as daunting as it was all the times before, she was most certsinly going to be lectured about how fortunate that Dolohov was in escorting her back to the manor.

With the steps starting to dwindle, she slowed down her pace. But didn't hesitate in knocking on the door, instead she did just that. And waited until she heard his directive that she could enter.

Course she allowed herself a faithful breath before reaching the cold knob and hurrying inside.

She had fond memories of his study, back before her Hogwarts-house placement—She would sit on her papa's lap and enjoy watching his beautiful script take the form on the parchment before him.