“Actually, dear, you are mistaken.” Nessa corrected the brunette, even as the girl cleaned her dress. “I was on my way to get a drink, and it was certainly you who tumbled into me.”
Nessarose sometimes wondered when, in fact, she had become this way. She hadn’t always been so negative and offensive. She supposed it had started when she overheard her parents talking about the daughter they sent away due to her lack of magical ability. Even so, things had been so much worse since she met Dylan. It was entirely his fault, she was sure. Not only had she let down her guard enough to let him get under her skin, but he had gone and messed up. He had known, Nessa had made sure of it. She hadn’t wanted to be turned. Yet there he went biting her.
Bloody werewolf.
Sighing, Nessa wondered how long she was supposed to stand there, pretending for the sake of those around them that she was a little concerned about the girl’s dress being ruined. Honestly, though, it wasn’t like Nessa’s outfit hadn’t been attacked with the drink as well! She didn’t see anyone concerned about that. It wouldn’t do, though, if Nessa were to just turn and walk away from someone who was clearly pregnant.
Perhaps she oughtn’t be snapping at a potentially hormonal pregnant girl…
Nessarose shrugged it off mentally, not quite wanting to wonder after whether or not this girl was involved in the Marriage Plot regardless of her obvious future as a mother. She herself had yet to be called, but she really wanted none of it. Unless it offered her a good word with those in the Ministry (because she didn’t fight them, that is), Nessa would most certainly fight it. Whether or not she got out of it would have to be seen when the time came.
“Look, just use the Scourgify charm and it should be right as rain, okay?” Nessa added vaguely, trying to tell herself that being nice had its advantages, too.
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