Y/n l/n was ashamed of the way she died. Choking on an olive wasn't exactly the most elegant way to go. She didn't even like them, her 'friends' had forced her- and when she gagged because of the horrid taste, it got caught in her throat.
But when...
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DORCAS NEVER SPOKE ABOUT her mother. The woman's absence wasn't necessarily a chosen topic of discussion. But they were bound to land on it sooner or later.
They had been speaking about Olive's family. About how her mother, Rosemary was the sweetest woman in the world; but also someone that could be absolutely terrifying when she wanted to be. They moved on to her father and spoke about how the man was an absolute menace to society. Olive told her best friend about some of the many batshit crazy conversations, scenes and happenings that had occurred during her short thirteen years on this earth.
Olive expressed how she loved him despite his craziness, and then dove into the topic deeper and expressed how much she loved all of them . . . even her older sister, who was a jealous bitch and treated her and Lily like rubbish just because she couldn't do magic. Olive had spoken about Petunia before, about how she hid her inferiority complex by treating everyone like she was superior instead.
Dorcas had responded with a very simple, "my family is way less interesting."
"Your dad works at the ministry of Magic, that's extremely interesting!" Olive responded almost immediately. "Better than working in insurance like my dad."
"What does he do again? Insurance? What does that intel —"
Olive groaned, "oh, please don't even ask!"
"Sorry," Dorcas scoffed.
"Long story short — he makes sure that everyone pays their taxes." Olive said with a grimace. "Loads and loaaads of paperwork . . ."
"Oh I'm very familiar with the dullness of paperwork." said Dorcas, "father complains about it all the time. When he's home."
"He's not around much?" Olive asked.
"No," Dorcas sighed. "He doesn't like to be at home when my mother is. And she's always at home."
"Your mum?" Olive asked, "you don't talk about her a lot. I thought she had passed or wasn't in your life."
"No, she's there. She's just a bit — sensitive," admitted Dorcas hesitantly.
