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-Chapter♛♚SeventyFive-

✧ASKING FOR AID✧

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Rhea continued to pace back in forth in Orion's study, while he himself was still attempting to grasp what has happened.

"And where is he now?"

"Sitting in his study, if he opens his eyes on anyone it could be damaging to his mind. I'm hoping that it wears off when he cannot find anyone nearby." She claimed, continuing to bite her lip and shake—As the chills have not left her yet.

"And the Rookwoods?"

"I warned them to stay away, though I don't know how to inform the Nott family. I did say I'd do it within the hour but—Fuck. I cannot think straight!" It was at that moment that Walburga had come barging in as well, only her eyes peered towards Rhea in a manner that the Ravenclaw could only categorize as disgust.

"I know for a fact your mother taught you to wait for an elf's announcement to—"

"Not now, Walburga. Evelyn Rookwood gave Alphard a love potion." With the stakes now out in the open for the original Madam Lestrange to hear, things had made a drastic change.

"Rookwood?... A rather forgetful name."

"Will likely be forgotten once I figure out how to tarnish their reputation," Rhea mumbled under her breath, still pacing and indenting the carpet.

"Orion, go and check on Alphard. I'm sure the potion will wear off soon." Walburga offered, and Rhea shook her head. "I'm not sure which type of love potion it is, though I doubt Evelyn brewed it herself. Awful at potions, doubt she read the instructions right...Otherwise—" Orion had stopped Rhea from going further into the spiral of 'what ifs,' as Rhea needed to remain focused on the cusp of it all.

"Kreacher, set a kettle on the stove. Two cups." Had Rhea been in her right mind, she would've noticed that Walburga was setting up Orion's seating area for them to plot in.

Or that the invitation for tea has finally managed to happen, regardless of all the times Rhea offered or asked.

"I take it you handled Evelyn?" She asked, all too knowingly in regards to the familiar spasms in Rhea's hand. Clearly the effect of a curse having being casted.

"I brought her back to her parents and told them off."

"How?"

"I told them I'd speak with the Nott family." Walburga had waved her wand, summoning a parchment and quill before starting to scribble up a first draft.

"How did you find her?"

"About a second away from kissing my husband."

"What did she say following your attack?" Rhea stilled at the question and frowned, but Walburga only gestured to her hands. "Never cursed a soul in your life, have you?"

"Never needed to, but seeing her—She thought she deserves him!" It was a sight to see the young Mrs.Black so worked up. But for good reason.

And she would remain silent on the matter that eye contact wasn't necessarily needed. Touching and the scent of the other would possibly lead to artificial infatuation.

Though it left Walburga with a keen thought, that perhaps Alphard does love Rhea—And Rhea does love him back.

But Walburga was not versed well in the idea of love, she loved the idea of her family. The idea of their title and power, one of which was going to be quite useful in the next few hours.