 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris's mind seemed to drift in the same direction as his wife's in the silence, though he was unaware that they were thinking of the same things. What if it wasn't a cold? What if it was...really something bad? His brows furrowed slightly at the thought of it. No, it couldn't be bad. No, not his wife. She ate well, and she was active, and athletic, and...cute, and sweet, and beautiful, and smart, and perfect, and his wife. There couldn't be anything seriously wrong with her, no, he couldn't even bare to think of the thought. Before he could grow too entirely worried Vianna was asking if he was ready and he realized that he'd only eaten one pancake, all that time. "Uh...yeah," he quickly replied with a weak smile, sending their plates over to the sink with a flick of his wand before getting to his feet and taking her hand. "C'mon," he murmured, obvious worry in his expression though he seemed to be trying to hide it as they apparated into town, landing right in front of the bookstore, the doctor's office just a block or so away.
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