 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Pandora was startled when Antigone put her hand on her leg. She moved as quickly as she could out of the other woman's grasp, thankful that the chair she had chosen was so huge.
"Did you know Dora?" Pandora was almost sure that Antigone was older than she was and since Dora had been younger, it was unlikely that the two had met at school. Antigone didn't really seem like Dora's kind of person, but neither did Pandora, not on the surface at least. "Or are people talking about it?" The thought of Dora being reduced to idle gossip repulsed Pandora to the point where she felt physically ill. She put her hand over her mouth for a moment and waited for the sensation to pass.
When it had, she said, "The babies... they're so beautiful. They were a early so they are tiny but they're doing really well." She swallowed hard. "What's the point of magic if we can't stop a young woman who was so... vibrant dying when she's having her babies?" She took a handkerchief, which had RJC embroidered in one corner, and wiped away the tears in her eyes.
"Dora would tell me off for not having the party. In fact, she'd probably demand that we have an even more extravagant one, but I can't. Perhaps after my babies are here and I know that they're okay..." She was still avoiding Antigone's eyes. "She and I weren't speaking... we had a terrible argument. I just wish... " But she couldn't say what she wished, she couldn't admit it out loud. Wishing that she could take Dora's place was terrible but it was what she wanted at times.
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