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She felt even worse when Nigel stopped eating to help deal with the situation she had caused. He was always the best listener, and she loved him for that. Ordinarily, that, coupled with the adorable look on his face when he was thinking would have calmed her for at least a moment. This time, though, it was serious. She couldn't even manage a faint smile when he let that 'aye' come through. And she adored that.
"Uhm," she pinched the bridge of her nose briefly. She didn't remember much, but she knew what she wouldn't have told Clarice. Then she shook her head when he suggested that he could be connected with the shop. "I didn't tell her which shop. I was careful with names. I know how my... family can be," she said, not wanting to leave it at "sister", or "mother". It was the whole family. "I'll be the last person to actually start a family, so they like to pry into my comings and goings." It was quite annoying. Both of her sisters had gotten married, one of them was about to have children. She was the youngest, and being in her mid-thirties, that was still... sad.
Elinor had a brief mid-life crisis in the few seconds of silence.
"She knows-- They know your first name, and that you brew potions for a living... I'm sure that's all I said," she nodded, as though that answer was somehow better than another alternative. Well. It was, she suppossed, but she had still created quite the mess.
"Wait." She pinched the bridge of her nose again, and thought hard for a few seconds. "We're being stupid." Mostly her. "This is a simple choice. We either go or we don't, and that's all there is to it." The woman looked back up to him, even though she was mostly trying to convince herself.
"My parents are shallow purebloods, but frankly, I don't care. It's none of their business. They don't have to like you any more than I have to even take you to meet them. I love you, and nothing that anyone says, least of all my parents, is going to change that." Wow. She was proud. That was a quite rational stream of thought. She stared at the envelope again.
"So..." She moved her gaze back up to him, only this time, she was trying her hardest to stay calm and assured of herself. "We can decide it's nobody's business, as is our decision to make, or... I can take you to meet my parents."
It sounded like a choice between a cupcake and a stone. Either way, it probably wasn't going to end well. But, logically, him meeting Elinor's parents was something to be expected, wasn't it? They just hadn't thought of it yet, both of them being quite matured enough to skip that part. But at least they could decide together, which, in the end, was the only thing that--
--No. No, it's not, Elinor.
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