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-Chapter♕♚Nine-

✧MISSIVES FROM YOURS TRULY✧

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But it was a blessing that Clarissa had not been present for such a feat, the Healer knew the difference—But how far would his word go? In court he would be obligated to act as a witness considering he was caretaker for the duration of Rhea's stay.

Nothing had been said about the turn of events, instead the family remained patient as they stayed well into the night. But it was ultimately Rolf who took the stay at the hospital overnight.

Rabastan was far too young, and their father had to explain the situation to their mother in a much more suitable way.

Come morning, the results of the potion had been harmful—But not everlasting, Rhea could heal in due time.

By the near afternoon, she had finally opened her eyes.

And for once, her hallucination had caught her by surprise—To see her family all standing before her with terrified gazes in their eyes. A dazed smile had taken over her face as she leaned further into the pillow.

"Ms.Lestrange, can you open your eyes?" Of course the healer had been alerted immediately the moment she had been on the verge of waking. And being the dutiful daughter, Rhea attempted just that.
"Very good, can you move your finger?...How about your arm?" Rolf had taken hold of the interaction, seeing the pure interest and delight in his sister as she took in every single word that Healer Marlow had instructed of her.

"There doesn't seem to be any issues with her movements, I do recommend another night's stay so we can keep monitoring her improvements." With that, Rhea had attempted to sit up—Which was instantly aided by Rabastan as he tried to hold himself back.

"Merlin Rhea, you had me worried!" She blinked a few times as she tried to take into the conversation as a whole. Or what her last memories were, but she hadn't a clue.

"What happened?" Rolf scoffed at the mere notion that he couldn't even trust his own parents to keep Rhea safe. "Mother decided to poison you." Clarissa truly hadn't meant any harm, but pain that erupted into Rhea's chest had nearly caused her to curl over.

"What?" She questioned, her voice already grown into a croak.

"Don't fill your sister's head with lies, no. What your brother means is that the tonic your mother gave was gipped. We're looking into it now." At the sake of saving themselves, they were placing blame on another person—The middle man, that the potion had been faulty and tampered with.

Not only would it save them a sentence and hearing from the ministry, it calmed Rhea's beating heart. Otherwise, the careless acts of her mother could set aside much more than a decade worth of their supposed relationship.
And from Clarissa's standpoint, they had finally seemed to come together at the hands of her betrothed. Radolphous could see how happy it made his wife finally bond with their daughter. But at what cost was that?

Rhea had grown up believing that she should've been a son, even now, as she had finally been released from the hospital, she was distant from her mother and her care.

Yet inside, she was screaming for any sort of attention or affection. Proper of the sort, but she was always distant and cold, much like their father is.

Rhea categorized it very harshly, due to her gender and failure to secure the Slytherin house to go along with he name. But alas, it was in the past.
And as of yet, Rhea had made a new friend.

Healer Marlow, who conversed with her when her family had been sent off.
Rhea had a brilliant discussion with him in between his checkups. And she couldn't wait to point out that he was indeed a pureblood, not from any notable families. But he managed well, and a healer's salary was always something to boast on.