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Lucy Spinks (addingvalue) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Lucy shuffled forward on her seat to help herself to the tea - which was a convenient cover for a moment of silence. She'd been thinking through Alicia's question since the Ministry had contacted her, and she still didn't have an answer. Her sisters would always tell her that one of her biggest weaknesses was a need to process everything from every possible angle, and in this case it was definitely true. Her first instinct was to run back to the world she was most comfortable in, but that wouldn't solve the problem of having no one she could really talk to about every aspect of her life. It wouldn't fix anything.

"I wish I could make them see they're overreacting," she moaned, still skirting the crux of the issue. "It wasn't even my fault. I didn't lose control or forget or make a mistake. I just got ill. Surely that could happen to anyone?" The problem really had been that she couldn't apparate to St Mungo's and hadn't been able to call anyone else for help. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at Alicia. "There was another incident, last summer. I guess that's worrying them too." She had lost control then, and her housemates' memories had had to be modified.