“Somehow I really don’t think it will take months.” Just because he had failed the first time didn’t mean he wouldn’t try again. Anabel knew that it took a lot to deter him and one little setback wouldn’t come close. He didn’t understand the idea of privacy. He also didn’t get that Anabel only shared her patient files if she needed to consult and it would take something quite drastic to make her share any files with him.
“Of course not.” And Anabel really couldn’t blame her for that. If she wasn’t able to really drink like Delaney wasn’t then she’d probably at least make her drink look nice and imagine it to be what she really wanted it to be. “Here here,” Anabel declared, raising her own glass to Delaney’s.
“You need an excuse, darling?” She was grinning in amusement at the other woman. “Though do try not to injure your hand on him even if it would be worth it. He’d probably say something flippant about love hurting or whatnot.” She was a little amazed that the question about the test hadn’t already come up right when she’d gotten there since Delaney had seemed a little excited about it. “It’s quite simply, just another diagnostic charm really. It’s just slightly more in-depth and so it might tingle a bit.”
She sat her glass of pumpkin juice down and drew her wand out, holding it in her lap casually. “Would you like to to administer it now?”