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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony felt her heart sink a little. Phillipa had been sick for many years to varying degrees, though Bryony only really knew about it second-hand through Marcus. Failing magic, not recognizing her own family and household and a short temper that had nothing to do with her illness seemed a hazardous combination. A little part of Bryony couldn't help thinking it would just be better all round if this were the end of it. Surely Phillipa couldn't be happy as she was? Of course, she didn't say so to Marcus - even if she wondered whether part of him felt the same. "St Mungo's are trained to deal with all this," she said, doing her best to sound confident. She certainly didn't envy the employees having to deal with her, but at least they were being paid and would feel no hesitation in using defensive magic if they needed to.

Continuing to lean against Marcus, she sighed. Both their parents caused them trouble, in their own ways. It seemed they couldn't go a year without some kind of drama - and Bryony had Shauna's wedding coming up later this year to 'look forward' to. She'd be expected to find a date, or else provided with one; expected to fit into whatever dress her family selected; expected to mingle with exactly the kind of people she least liked... And all of it without Marcus at her side. "Do you ever just want to fly away and not come back?" she asked quietly as she glanced out of the window into the sky. She never would, of course, and even if she did (where would she go?) she'd always stay in touch with Marcus.