[Completed] Book Two
Following Aurora's graduation from Hogwarts, she was reminded once more that Immer Rein had not expired so simply. If anything it had been demanded almost immediately as soon as she found herself of legal age.
After the chaotic...
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Aurora awoke with a churning pain in the center of her chest, and at first she was going to roll over and ask Rabastan to get her the heartburn potion. But as the memories of yesterday managed to flood her mind, it caused her to sit up slowly.
It wasn't because she woke up alone, it was how sick she felt to having another empty hole in her heart where the relationship with her brothers lay.
Now her mother's words of being alone in the manor had never been louder. It didn't even feel like she had been crying. Instead Daisy had peeked in the given room on order from her master on the every hour mark.
"Sweet Mistress awake? Master ask that Daisy check on good Mistress..." The Elf had said a few other bits of nonsense, but with her luck, morning sickness decided to strike early sending Rory to rush to the likes of the toilet.
Nothing about puking up raw stomach acid was pleasant, and it wasn't as though there was much left. However Rabastan was conversing with the likes of Narcissa, his brother, and Bella.
The rush of an elf had all four of the masters and mistresses to gaze over. "Mistress feel ill, mistress sick master. Master come!" Rabastan had already struggled with his own grievance, but being strong for someone else was an internal struggle.
"Rabastan I'll go and see Cassi, it's—"
"No. I'll be right back. Three days...For the funeral." Those around him nodded about, silently praying that Aurora was prepared for the news she was about to hear.
The wizard took a solid moment before entering the master bedroom, his voice betrayed him, and the added bonus of her not even being in the room.
Her dry-heaving in the bathroom caused his alertness kicked into gear and rush to her side. Already talking into the factor that her hair was sporting a solid grey color, but with her head hovering over the toilet, he did not ignore the tears reigning on her face.
"Love I know there is nothing I can say to make you feel better, three days and we'll put him to rest...Let me get you cleaned up, and I'll set you up with Loki and Romulus in the den." Put him to rest. How utterly morbid, how utterly wrong.
Right now all she could do was see the horrid image of her brother close to death on her own potions doing, to combatted the count down until her brew brought his brain to shut down.
