-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦TwentyEight-

✧CROSSROADS✧

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The following day, Aurora had little to no strength to get up. But she had countless things on her to-do list, one being the fact that she needed to check-in at the labs.

And to no one's surprise but her own, Rabastan had sent a large bouquet of flowers, all in the language of love and forgiveness.

The small postcard had taken a toll on her heart, reminding her just how much she will be losing if she did go through with the plan.

"Rory! I'm so glad I caught you, your husband dropped this off not too long ago. Said it was urgent?... Oh, and I need your signature for these." Aurora was thankful for the mindless tasks as she was guided through bit by bit, but not only did Romulus arrive for his shift in the facilities, so did Cara.

Neither looked as though they slept and when Aurora had caught sight of them in the hall, the relief washed over their face.

"Mum! We thought you went to America!" Cara shouted, pulling her into another hug, similar to the one from last night.

"A hotel just a bit away. Did you speak with—"
"If you think I said anything to that bastard of a man, then you're crazier than I thought. What kind of law is it that keeps us to our father than our mother? Completely barbaric!" Romulus countered and Aurora agreed that this was, once again, not America. The manor was not hers, the children were hardly hers, and thus she left with only her clothes and important documents.

If she had taken the children, that would give Rabastan the upper hand in court. He was, after all, a lawyer.

This means she needed to play it with caution to the situation.

"Mummy please, please, please come home."

"We'll see how well this resonates with your father first, alright? Then we'll take the next step." Cara aggressively started to shake her head at the sound of that.

"I don't want you to get a divorce!"

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but this has nothing to do with you or my love for you as my children. If anything, this is to protect you all. Now I'll stop by later after I finish up here. Perhaps if your father is coherent enough to hear me this afternoon, then all might be well." Cara sniffled and excused herself to the bathroom while it left Aurora and Romulus alone in the room.

"I took a look at the parchment, the one that father nearly ripped to shreds this morning...They were fake, weren't they?" Rory smirked down to her son, but it had vanished before Romulus could debrief what she meant by it

"That sounds like something you should keep to yourself, son. And a good tick in the right direction never hurt anyone."

"You're wrong on that front, luckily father's obsessed with you that he wouldn't dare divorce. But I did have an idea, just a small one." This caught Aurora's attention, she never did have a Ravenclaw on her side—Her old friends hardly counted, and the only ones she truly spoke with were Evelyn and Clemintine rather than Amelia and the rest.

"Proctor isn't in town, is he?" Aurora had tugged her son off to the labs and discussed with one of the officials working in there that Aurora wanted her son to stand in participation, of course, they couldn't say no to Mrs.Aurora Lestrange.

But would they still act the same if it was Aurora Black?

The day had carried on well into the afternoon, and with her bag all settled. The three had arrived home, an elf scurrying in desperation for the mistress of the manor.