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"𝕳ow's everything going?"
I puffed out a heaved sigh at that question, many thoughts pinging in my head on how to answer. Everything. Everything that's going on at the moment. Deaths were a daily occurrence, increasing more and more at the hands of Voldemort and his death eaters, the 'creature' legislations were becoming more strict and dehumanising; and friends and family are meddling in dangerous and life threatening activities.
There's the wedding though, quickly approaching as the leaves are beginning to coat the grounds in colours of red, amber and green. I suppose that's the good, something to look forward to soon, marrying my wolf, my casanova, my Remus Lupin. The plans are already set and perfected, we just needed the day to arrive.
Newt glanced over to his goddaughter as she blinked at the bowtruckles resting in the tree in front of them, a brooding expression on her face as she sways slightly on her feet. He brushes back her pearlescent locks resting on her shoulder and squeezed when he rested his hand down, speaking again,
"Things will get better"
I frowned, pursing my lips together as I turned around to face his concerned expression, only increasing when I murmured, "Will they? How can you be so sure? Everything gets worse before it gets better— and if this isn't the worst than— fuck—I don't even want to think— how are we supposed to handle that?"
He gave me a warning glance for cursing before settling into a soft smile with saddened eyes, flickering them between my glistening ones as he whispered,
"How long have you been keeping this all bottled up?"
I merely stared at him in response, feeling unfixable knots twisting in my stomach, nearly knocking me sick and dizzy. He's right, I haven't spoken to anyone about the dark and worrying thoughts that plague my mind day to day— knowing that I needed to be hopeful and optimistic around everyone else to spread that type of positivity that's needed to win this war.
The thing that's really been weighing down my mind is that I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen to us all, I don't know where we'll be in five years, I don't know any outcome of this war. And I should know because I have the strongest intuition and people rely on me to know what's going to happen next— how can I let them down and tell them I don't know.
I shrugged off my thoughts, shaking my head firmly and insisting, "I'm okay, perfectly fine"
He folded his arms over his chest, looking down at me pointedly as he mutters,
"You do realise i've known you, your entire life. I can tell when you're lying, you are not okay.....Remus knows too, that's why he suggested you come today whilst he's working— and seen as you won't talk to him, I want you to talk to me"
"Newt— it's fine— honestly, you're making a fuss over nothing. Everyone's down in these times, it's nothing out of the ordinary" I waved him off, his eyebrows raising on his forehead, tearing his gaze from me and glancing around the enclosures around us, listening as I sighed, "We're in war, there's nothing we can do about it except fight and hope we'll be out of it soon— the way it was supposed to be when we finished Hogwarts"
