AN: Not gonna lie, that essay is still not done. But here's another drabble anyway!
May 19th, 1980
"What's are you writing, Dorcas?" Lily's question is innocent, she's just being friendly, but Dorcas goes on the defensive anyway.
"It's just an article for The Prophet." Dorcas gathers the papers up and stuffs them into her desk drawer. "You're looking very pregnant, if I may say so."
Lily isn't buying the bait. "I thought they stopped accepting stories from you."
Dorcas sighs. "It's under a pseudonym." That much, at least, is true, but it's the only thing she can trust anyone with. This book is her masterpiece, but it could very well also be her death.