Alicia sighed contently into his kiss. She knew it was a cliché, but there really was something about it when the songs, the stories, the legends claimed that kisses held indescribable powers. No, it didn’t make her feel completely resolved in her decision, but it was a soothing balm that calmed her somewhat. A small smiled played on her lips as she kissed him again, thinking of how his kisses could also do the opposite of calm her down, but that would have to wait, at least until she’d found out what was going to happen.
“Because,” she said, reaching out to take his hand and pull him closer to her again. “Because there’s no way I can specialise in physiotherapy in the Wizarding World without this. Because it’s what I’ve dreamt of doing since I started training to become a Healer.” She paused for a moment and drew in another deep breath. “Because this…” she held up the envelope, and bit her lip before she pursed her lips and tried her best to ignore the nervous stinging in her eyes. “This is the next big step away from being Daniel’s widow.” Looking at Adrian, she once again found herself amazed with him, with how he had at least held up the impression that he was alright with spending nights in the house she had been given by her husband. “And because I don’t know how I can possibly go back to everything as usual if I don’t get in.”