Philomena Selwyn (dirty_martini) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-16 13:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, philomena selwyn, rita skeeter |
Who Rita Skeeter & Philomena Laurenstine
What Philomena decided to talk to Rita about the troubling goings on within her home, because she doesn't know where else to turn.
When Sunday, afternoon tea
Where Tea shop; Diagon alley
Status Closed/Incomplete
Rating PG, for discussions of domestic abuse
These versions of violence
Sometimes subtle sometimes clear
And the ones that go unnoticed
Still leave their mark once disappeared.
"He struck me." Philomena's eyes were on the tea cup in her hand as she spoke. "And I left, I ran to a...friend."
That friend was convicted and re-offending murderer and known Death Eater Antonin Dolohov. He'd sat with her, he'd held her on the grass just down from her property and wiped away her tears; stroked her hair until she'd stopped crying. Even she had been surprised at the man's tenderness and his desire to genuinely help her. She'd kissed him, but he stopped her because regardless of her situation she was still married and he didn't want to do that.
Philomena had been surprised and warmed by the quick response from Rita, and she was glad to be so lucky as to have the other woman as a friend. Most people, Selwyn reasoned, would think she was absolutely loony for confiding in the world's most notoriously cutthroat reporter, but Phil trusted her immensely.
"But I...I had to go back." She whispered. "He's an Auror, and he's so well-respected in the office. No one would--it's just that no one would."
No one would believe that Laurence Laurenstine, who seemed the perfect husband on paper, would be boiled to a rage at the fact that his wife refused to go to bed with him. She'd told him ages ago that until he let her work in her field she wasn't working for him in the home and although he did try to often convince her otherwise she'd never seen him quite fly up into the rage that he had the night she'd fled to Antonin.
She pressed her tea cup to her lips and sipped the Earl Grey. She always drank it with a lemon slice and some sugar; saving the milk for when it was orange pekoe she fancied.