"I'm sure they are used to putting it together in which ever way the last mediwitch wanted it. You'll just have to show them how it's done and then they'll do it better than you. They are amazing beings, aren't they?" Peter had always felt a sense of kinship with beings who were incredibly smart and powerful, but were barely seen by the people for whom they worked.
Peter frowned. "What do you mean they pulled my thoughts out of my head? I wasn't under the Imperius, I know that much, because I remember the meetings. There were no blackouts. I never told them, Marly; you have to believe me." He wasn't sure what she was suggesting, but he didn't like the idea that it was all his fault.
He looked at her and he could feel the sting in his eyes. He had never expected her to understand, not without a lot of talking and convincing, but she was giving him something that was priceless. Without thinking, he hugged her. "Thank you," he said very softly. "You don't know what it means to me."
He pulled back. "I wish none of us had to make those choices, but maybe now we can leave happier lives. It's not the same, I know, but this is what we have."