PART TWO ( NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY ) CHAPTER THREE:
003 A Walking Travesty
"in which aurelia black need some therapy to help her deal with her trauma properly. . ."
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AURELIA LOOKS UP at Mae, from the corner of her eye she sees Remus wiping his finger with a tissue and Sirius leaning over him with a concerned expression but Remus only waves him off. Mae smiles at her, warm and inviting and Aurelia hesitantly smiles back.
"Well, how different do I look," Aurelia asks after a moment, she doesn't sound any different.
"Sirius, get her a mirror, stop fussing over me - no, that is not a new grey hair," Remus grumbles as he tries to stop Sirius from examining him.
"I think this is why Trix still thought you were together," Mae mumbles earning a chortle from Lyall.
"Well, we could be together but Remus here is married," Sirius says, patting Remus on the back as he gets up to find a mirror.
"You're married?! But, you don't have a ring," Aurelia gasps, "When did you get married, you never said anything?!"
"I'm not married, I'm only engaged and Sirius stop acting like that's the only thing that's stopping us from being together," Remus says, "He wears socks to bed every night! Even during the summer!"
"Ew, gross," Aurelia says distractedly, "Well, who are you engaged to then, when did this happen and who is s - who are they?"
Remus smiles softly as he says "Donna, she's in Africa from what she last told me but she'll be returning shortly with everything going on. We've been engaged since nineteen-eighty, we started dating in 'seventy-eight."
"Oh my god," Aurelia says horrified, "Does she not know?!"
Remus' soft smile turns into an alarmed frown "Yes! She knows, don't worry, she's okay with everything! Well, she's a little peeved with Bellatrix but not you. She quite adores you although she finds it hard not to show it, she worries she came off a bit mean when you were younger -"
"Wait, you mean - Donna Tonks, that's your Donna?!"
"Yes -"
"But isn't she way younger than you? She's what only nine years older than Nym -"
"No, no, Merlin's beard no - no, she's only two years younger than me, I'm many things but I'm not a nonce, Rory. She's eleven years older than Nymphadora -"
"Don't call her Nymphadora, she prefers Tonks, or if you're special, Nym."
"Right, right . . . My apologies. But, yes, Donna Tonks is my fiancée."
"I had no idea."
"Not many do, I prefer to keep our relationship private . . . Donna doesn't like that but she doesn't understand what might happen to her if it was known she was dating someone like me," Remus says, his smile a sad one, but Aurelia can tell he cares deeply for Donna.
This makes the fact that Nym has a crush on him even funnier "Do Uncle Ted and Aunt Andy know?"
"Of course."
"What about Nym?"
"Well, I would assume so but Donna and I haven't had a family dinner with the Tonks for a long time, I believe Donna had been accepted into Plinmorths the arcane academy for adults and we were celebrating. So, I'm not sure how much of me that your cousin recalls. Donna and I hardly see each other anymore but we write often . . . Although, I'm not sure how important my love life is at the moment, we can talk about this another time."
Aurelia goes to argue because she'd much rather talk about that then a lot of other things that have been discussed tonight but Sirius has good timing and his reappearance makes for a good distraction on Remus' behalf.
Sirius comes back in with a large mirror "I couldn't find a smaller one -"
"Is that the bathroom mirror," Hope questions in disbelief.
"Well, er, no. It was on the back of the door -"
"In the bathroom?!"
"Er, yes."
Lyall starts laughing but quickly covers it up by coughing when Hope's harsh gaze lands on him.
Sirius holds the mirror up in front of Aurelia, who freezes. Not due to looking wildly different, she still looked relatively the same, her face shape had not changed, she hadn't gotten taller or shorter, she was still Aurelia but she could tell that she shared blood with Mae. Her dark blonde hair had more a reddish tint to it, she had more freckles and her eyes were so vividly green that they reminded her of the plants that Neville takes care of so gently. She was a Macleod too, she still looked like Bellatrix but she could see the Mae in her.
Aurelia gently touches her cheek, still bruised, still the same shape as before but there's more freckles there. She smiles to herself, she may have been a product of a vile plan but she was also the product of love, the love that Mae had for her, and for her mother. She was the result of darkness but there was a purity in there, she wasn't completely hopeless.
"I look like you," Aurelia says softly, smiling at Mae.
Mae nods her head "You do, wee moon."
"What else is there," Aurelia says, turning away from the mirror completely.
Hope tells Sirius to put the mirror back in a very stern tone, Sirius nods and salutes the portrait and heads back to wherever the bathroom is. Aurelia stares expectantly at Mae who shares a nervous look with Remus.
"Well, that's . . . That's pretty much it," Remus says uncertainly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"That's it," Aurelia repeats blankly, "That's it, it's been fifteen years and that's all you lot have to say."
The feeling of anger and sadness returns, coming to rest up on her like the blanket that Lyall had given her only it feels much heavier. Aurelia grinds her teeth "That's can't be all there is."
Mae opens her mouth to speak but she falls short, fixing Aurelia with a sympathetic gaze "It's all that's important."
Aurelia blinks at her, unimpressed with her response, her blank stare burns Mae, who flinches. Aurelia folds her arms across her chest "Well, what's the unimportant stuff."
Mae and Remus share a look then Mae turns back to look at Aurelia, a smile playing on her lips "We will tell you, Aurelia, I promise you that there will be no more lies, but I believe that this is all we need to discuss at the moment."
"I impolitely disagree," Aurelia says impatiently, "I want to know more."
"And you will, just not tonight," Mae tells her in a gentle voice.
"No," Aurelia snaps, "I want to know now, I've waited long enough don't you all think."
Sirius comes back into the kitchen, hesitantly, edging around the door and trying to stay out of Aurelia's line of sight.
Mae looks troubled, she had never had arguments with Aurelia like this. Normally, Aurelia didn't argue with her, it was odd to see her put up a fight and quite honestly, Mae was unsure of how to fight back.
"I think that's quite enough," Hope's portrait says sharply, "I think we've said enough for tonight, the poor thing needs rest, all of you do!"
"But, I want to know more," Aurelia argues, stifling a yawn, "I want to know everything."
Remus looks beyond tired as he shakes his head "There's not much more to tell you, nothing that's important. My mum's right, you need rest . . . If you have anymore questions in the morning, we'll answer them. I promise."
Aurelia opens her mouth to protest but she yawns instead, maybe Remus - her dad. Her dad! What the fuck! - and Hope were right. She becomes aware of the overwhelming tiredness she feels, she's a little surprised she's managed to stay awake this long. Hope offers to show her to the spare bedroom and Aurelia doesn't argue, she yawns again and follows Hope's portrait as she walks from one frame to the other.
Once they hear Aurelia start climbing the stairs, all of the adults in the kitchen deflate.
"I don't think she believed us," Lyall whispers so quietly the others barely heard him, still Mae hushes him as though Aurelia could.
"Of course not, she's not dumb," Sirius whispers as well, a little louder than Lyall had but still there would be no way that Aurelia would hear him, still Mae gives him a deadly look.
"You know I'm right, Mae, she would have figured it out by now if it weren't for the fact that she's scared of snakes," Sirius says lowly, quieter than last time, "She's too smart for her own good, what are we going to do if she finds out?"
"She won't find out," Mae disagrees her voice so low the others struggle to hear her, "She can't, Sirius . . . Not with him alive, he's hardly her father anyways, Bellatrix worked hard to make sure of that and I'm not letting that go to waste."
"Did we have to tell her about Greyback," Lyall asks, sounding wounded, "She looked so horrified, she'll never be able to look at herself the same way again."
Mae blinks back tears "I hated doin' that to her but she wouldn't have believed us otherwise and . . . Sirius is right, Lyra would have told her about it as that's what Lyra believes happened and you know she would have made it sound a lot worse . . . Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"She's not dumb, sometimes I think she's smarter than Bella, if she had the same magical abilities as Bella we'd all be done for," Sirius says, looking stressed out. And he hadn't known as long as the others, Mae was still unsure as to how he figured it out which unnerved her and he wouldn't tell her how, he said he promised he wouldn't tell how he figured it out and if he wouldn't tell the origin than he wouldn't tell anyone what he knows about Aurelia. Not even Dumbledore, although Mae reckons if Bellatrix is the reason he found out then technically he wouldn't be able to tell anyone that she wouldn't allow.
"No, of course, she's not dumb but she won't figure this out easily, she knows what happened to his other kids, she wouldn't dare think she would be the only one to survive," Mae sighs wearily, "And that's how it's going to stay. She's a Lupin in all but blood . . . Even her magical status at the Ministry says so, Bella went through dangerous lengths to make sure of that."
"What about the prophecy," Lyall questions, "The one You-Know-Who's wife gave about her?"
"It never said that Aurelia had to know in order to fulfill it. Besides, fate is a fickle thing, the prophecy could be void by now."
". . . Sirius has a point, Mae, there's always a possibility that she could find out. And we need to be prepare for that, what will we do if she finds out."
Mae pauses, neither her or Bellatrix had ever discussed what they would do if Aurelia ever found out. They were bent on her never finding out. She knew both Remus and Sirius were right, Aurelia was smart but not only that, she worries, she theorises, she could just start thinking that this story isn't true and that Tom Riddle is her real father just because she worries about things like that and it would be all over for them. They needed a plan but Mae was at a loss.
"I . . . I don't know . . . We need to make sure that no matter the cost, Aurelia doesn't find out."
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LYRA CARINA BLACK had long given up on being better than her family. She had tried to so hard, her eldest sister\motherly figure - since their parents never gave two shits about any of them - had always encouraged her to follow what she believed, not what others told her to believe. It's ironic that the said sister did the complete opposite. After trying for years to be better than her family, Lyra had come to the realisation that she was not cut above all the rest. She wasn't like Sirius or Andromeda, and she was never cut out for being nice when she never got nice things in return.
No, there isn't any point in trying to be good anymore. Lyra never got anything in return. She became an unregistered Animagus for a boy with soft eyes, a boy her parents would never approve of her befriending let alone falling in love with and what did he go and do? He went and fell in love with her cousin, that didn't work out, then he went and fucked her older sister which resulted in him having child with her. In actuality, Lyra thinks it's a con. That boy not only had soft eyes but a soft heart - Remus was naïve, her sister was the opposite and that could've resulted in so many things but, not a bloody child - and, you are not going to think about that now. Unless, of course, you intend to blow up this potion.
And just when Lyra finally thought she'd be free of her eldest sister, her bloody daughter's gone and brought You-Know-Who back by leading Harry Potter right to him. Naturally, the first thing You-Know-Who is going to do is get back is most loyal followers, the Lestranges - her sister. Lyra wouldn't be surprised if he just went and got Bellatrix out.
You-Know-Who for as long as Lyra could remember (back then he used to be the husband of their family friend - Mr. Riddle, her sisters and herself would call him) had always been a bit intrigued by Bellatrix. Perhaps, border-line obsessed. Lyra would even go as far to say, he loves Bellatrix if she didn't know that the man was incapable of feeling love. At least, that's what his late wife, Esrom Trelawney would always say. Esrom was also the reason You-Know-Who was obsessed with Bellatrix.
Lyra was young, she couldn't have been older than three, Bellatrix had just gotten back from her first year at Hogwarts and she only remembers two things about that day. One being Bellatrix had been so excited to see Maeve Macleod more than her own sisters and the other being Esrom Trelawney pinning Bellatrix to the wall, this look of anguished anger on her face as she had slipped into a trance and spoke in rhymes and a weird voice about something Bellatrix was going to do one day.
Lyra could not for the life of her remember any of what Esrom had said but, when You-Know-Who had come upon the scene, she told him something else. Once again, Lyra doesn't remember what she told him but she remembers it wasn't what she had predicted minutes before; it was shorter.
And whatever was said, it t made him, a grown ass man, give his complete trust and respect to a twelve-year-old girl. Perhaps, if it hadn't been for Esrom's words, he wouldn't have looked Bellatrix's way; You-Know-Who heavily relied on the Seer. Everything that Esrom ever said, You-Know-Who hung onto every word.
Lyra curses angrily, slamming around potions ingredients, that stupid bitch!
From the corner of her eye, she sees Neville flinch. Pathetic, he's on the opposite side of the room, like she could hurt from where she's standing, she hasn't got her wand.
Brushing her blonde curls from her eyes, her stomach churns violently as she realises there will be another war. All thanks to Aurelia, who just had to be the 'good person' and share that bloody cup with Diggory and Harry.
Lyra stirs the potion angrily, watching Neville shuffle around her living quarters thinking loudly about Aurelia. Thinking about how seeing Aurelia's limp and possibly dead body was the worse thing he's ever seen. He's seen worse, Lyra knows that well, he just can't remember because he's got a shit memory. If he could remember, he'd know that the worse thing he'd ever seen is his parents being tortured and then being tortured by Gwendoline Goyle.
Lyra sneers, he always thinks about that little brat, she crushes up some beetle wings, it's disgusting.
Aurelia this and Aurelia that, Lyra scowls, he's starting to sound like Remus and Bellatrix now.
Merlin, she hates being this boy's godmother. She wasn't supposed to be his godmother but, her bloody sister had went and got herself thrown in Azkaban and for torturing his parents no less. Or rather, she took the blame for it. It had really been Gwendoline in her place. When the group had been caught she had fled with Crouch Jr. but unlike him, Gwen had managed to get away. The Aurors assumed that it was Bellatrix after only catching a fleeting glimpse of her and they went looking for her instead.
When they caught her, she had almost went peacefully but, one of the Aurors had tried to bring Elias and Aurelia into it and Bellatrix lost it, killing him which only made the situation worse. When she was there in holding, she confessed that she did it, only telling Dumbledore the truth because somehow he knew she didn't do it. He said he'd get her out of the charges in return for any information she had on You-Know-Who, she gave some (Lyra knows it wasn't everything she knew even if she said it was, Bellatrix would never help Dumbledore that much) but, insisted that she must be sent to Azkaban to keep You-Know-Who's complete trust. She did it to protect Aurelia.
Bellatrix had been Neville's real godmother. Augusta, refusing to let Neville know that, made Lyra his cover-up godmother. She should've asked Andromeda, she would've enjoyed being Neville godmother. So Lyra's stuck with the brat while her sister rots in prison like she deserves and Neville's parents rot in St. Mungo's which is what they deserve for letting Remus trust Bellatrix and letting Marlene die.
"Ly - Lyra," Neville whimpers, "Do you think Ari is - is back yet?"
Lyra grips the stirring stick tightly, thoughts of beating him with it cross her mind but, she holds back by reminding herself that he'll be going back to Augusta's soon and she can't leave a mark.
She shudders, if Augusta ever found out about the things she did to boy, she'd be worse off than Alice and Frank.
Neville flinches at the deadly look she gives him, holding his possibly sprained wrist close to his chest. Away from further harm.
Rolling her eyes, Lyra replies: "She's not coming back. She's gone for the rest of the year."
She's with Remus, Lyra tenses at the thought of him. The thought of him being with a 'family' that's not with Lyra in it. She hates Aurelia, she's a deadly child, a cursed child but, no one but her seems to realise this.
Neville frowns. Arrogant boy, Lyra thinks, he's got no idea what he's gotten himself into. He thinks he knows but he doesn't. He doesn't even know half of it.
Aurelia Black is a child smothered in lies and prophecies of death and good-doings - Lyra's not to sure on what the prophecy says but, she knows there is one. It's trouble, she knows that much, not as much as Harry's prophecy. But, Lyra reckons if You-Know-Who heard Aurelia's prophecy, she'd probably earn a spot right next to Harry on his kill list.
"She'll be all - alright, won't - won't she?"
Lyra sighs exasperatedly "Who cares."
His chest puffs out slightly and Lyra knows that he wants to defend Aurelia but, it deflates just as quickly and he keeps quiet. I care, he thinks fiercely. Neville doesn't dare speak that out loud because he knows Lyra would hit him for it.
Everyone around Lyra seemed to care about Aurelia, they know how much she hates that child. Neville should know best of all, she made sure to teach him to hate her, to blame her for what happened to his parents and then he goes out and befriends the girl.
He had the audacity to become best friends with Aurelia. He had the audacity to fall in love with her, arrogant boy. He thinks he knows better, that he knows Aurelia best of all but, he'll learn soon enough that she's trouble.
The longer she forces Aurelia to keep the truth from Neville, the easier it'll be to convince Neville that she's been lying to him this entire time. It's the only way she can make Neville hate Aurelia. Merlin knows, he won't hate her for being Bellatrix's daughter, so Lyra must make it seem like Aurelia had lied about it.
Adding some Acromantula Venom to the potion, Lyra says: "Neville . . . Be a dear and pass me the African Red Pepper over there"
Neville pulls a face at her oddly sweet tone but, does it nevertheless. The last thing he needs is to make her angry again. Lyra stirs in the pepper, giving him a dirty look.
"Head back to your common room now," She says flatly.
"Oh," Neville blinks, "Okay."
He then scrambles out of her living quarters, Lyra sneers, stupid little boy. As arrogant as his parents. Lyra sighs once the door shuts, she looks over the ingredients she had Neville grab for her to make sure they were the correct ones. Snape's always going about how incompetent Neville is at potions, to her surprise, they're right. Well, this certainly makes her job so much easier and more entertaining.
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IT'S ALMOST BEEN a week since everything happened. There hasn't been any good days, only days and bad days. Today, Aurelia supposes, is a really bad day. Her nightmares plagued her through out the night, memories of all the horrible things that have happened to her only with even more horrible twists on them.
In the morning, Aurelia had woken up disoriented and still tired but, believing that all those nightmares had just been that. Nightmares. That's how most of the bad days start, she wakes up believing that most of it wasn't real. And then, it all comes crashing down on her all at once. It was real.
She's no longer a Malfoy. She's no longer a Pureblood and she had been bit by a werewolf but, she's not one. Her Donum Vitae had burned away the Lycanthropy gene from her body believing that it was something that could kill her. However, the Donum Vitae couldn't nor wouldn't get rid of the scars so the bite mark remained. Mae had managed to conceal the bite mark into claw marks.
Aurelia technically doesn't remember being bitten not because Mae or anyone took it from her memories but, because she genuinely thought the werewolf had scratched her stomach. So, Aurelia guesses she understands why Mae kept that from her, what was the point of telling her she was bit if Mae knew she wasn't going to become a werewolf. But, just because Aurelia doesn't remember that doesn't mean it stops her from having nightmares about it.
She has nightmares about the fact her mother is now Bellatrix and her father is Remus. In these nightmares everything about the situation gets worse. Don't get her wrong wrong, she loves Remus as a father but she just can't believe Remus is her biological father. Her sleeping brain loves to prey on that fact. Even her normal brain loves to prey on her misgivings about being Remus' biological daughter. It just doesn't make sense as to why Bellatrix would really do it, what would she have gained by doing it? She was already the most loyal Death-Eater in Voldemort's eyes, she had nothing to prove, nothing to gain. Maybe Aurelia's just paranoid but, something's fishy about it.
And then the worst of it all, Cedric is dead. The worst nightmare of all, it's worse than everything that's ever happened to her. It gets worse everyday. Every time she has the nightmare, she wakes up thinking that it's not real, it can't be real. And then she realises that it is. He's really gone.
It doesn't just happen when she wakes up, sometimes this happens during the day when she thinks of something Cedric would love to see or hear and she thinks of writing to him. Then, Aurelia realises, he's dead. He can't write her back. The weight of it all, Cedric's death, her entire identity being a lie, and Voldemort returning, feels bone-crushing at times. Some days these realisations hit her so hard, it feels like her lungs are giving out and she's not sure how she can face them.
How can she face them when she knows she'll never see or hear from Cedric again. How can she go on knowing that it's her fault that Cedric is dead. It she hadn't been a Donum Vitae then the Killing Curse wouldn't have burned right through her, it would have just hit her and Cedric might still be alive now.
It's later in the afternoon now, Aurelia's feeling a bit better than she did this morning. By better, she means she doesn't really feel anything at all. Mae's in the drawing room of Almerry Castle, she's trying to make it seem like she's giving Aurelia space but, the door to that room is wide open which is something Mae never did before. Aurelia sits in the library, just down the hall from the drawing room.
She's reading a bunch of different books about Blood Magic and Donum Vitaes. Aurelia is quickly realising not much is know about Donum Vitaes, everything is mostly theories or a myth.
It's theorised that some Donum Vitaes can use their bond without an incantation if a biological family member dies giving them the bond, it doesn't explain why it happens though. This theory seems to be true in Aurelia's case, the two times her Donum Vitae worked in the graveyard, she had no clue what she was doing and she had no idea what the incantation was until today.
There's so much to discover about Donum Vitaes and Aurelia thinks it'd be great to learn all about it, however it wouldn't be good. What would be good is bringing Cedric back. She found out how, she found the incantation for it and she found a dagger to give her blood for it. It must've been her mother's dagger, Bellatrix's dagger.
It's a life for a life.
She wonders if she'll be able to do it since she technically can't die. At least not the way that the spells requires her to die. To willingly die. As a Donum Vitae she cannot die if she knows she's going to die (old age is the exception, and if Bellatrix or Mae or Remus decide to up and kill her one day) so it might be impossible for her to bring back Cedric. Perhaps, her Donum Vitae will sense that she's trying to make her own Donum Vitae and make another exception. Aurelia can bloody well try. She's got to for Cedric.
She drags the dagger across the palm of her palm, hissing at the pain and also relishing in it. It felt kind of nice to feel something for once, Aurelia shakes her head at that thought, reminding herself that she's got a task at hand. Hey, that's a pun! She can't help but think as her body shakes with nerves, she almost laughs. She shakes her head again, telling herself to focus. Opening her mouth to say the incantation, she barely has time to speak the first word when she's interrupted by Mae.
"My Donum Vitae went off - oh, are you practicin' Blood Magic," Mae says, not realising exactly what Aurelia's up to just yet, "Wee moon, you don't need to slice your palm like that. Most Blood Magic only requires a little blood. You wouldn't believe the amount of times I got on Trix's case for slicing her palm. It's unnecessary and dramatic and - don't cry, I'm not mad at you for practicin' it, you just need to be careful with where you cut yourself, you never need to draw that much blood for half of it."
Aurelia sobs hysterically as Mae lightly scolds her for slicing her palm, she's got no idea about what she was about to do, she's got no idea how badly Aurelia wants to die just to bring Cedric back. Mae moves closer, her eyes widen when she spots the spell Aurelia was using. Aurelia expects her to yell but, she doesn't. Instead, Mae helps her stand and leads her to the closest bathroom.
"I was needin' to talk to you anyway," Mae says as she cleans out Aurelia's wound, "I found someone . . . Someone for you to talk to. He's a therapist, he works with both Muggles and wizards alike. He's a Squib like me, he's really nice."
"I don't want to go," Aurelia says shakily, "I don't need a therapist!"
Mae cups Aurelia's cheek with a damp hand "You need help."
Aurelia can't argue that, her shoulders slump.
"You were goin' to give a Donum Vitae, lookin' like it was nothin'. I know you know that means you would die. You didn't even bat any eyelash until I started talkin' to you. I don't want to ban you from learnin' about who you are and what you are part of but, if you pull that again I will take those books back."
"I want - I just want Cedric back."
"I know, wee moon, but you can't give your life for him. How would he feel comin' back to find you died for him?"
"He died thinking I did give my life for him!"
Mae frowns, wrapping up Aurelia's palm "Wee moon, I understand how you feel. But, you can't do it. Please don't do it."
"Cedric died because of me," Aurelia screams, ripping her hand away from Mae, "I have a chance to bring him back and you're telling me not to take it?!"
Aurelia leans against the wall, sliding down to the ground as she cries. For the first time in Mae's life, she doesn't know how to comfort Aurelia. How can Mae comfort Aurelia when she would've done the same thing.
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SO HERE AURELIA sits, in a therapist's office three hours away from her home. It's a small office just off the side of a house, not as professional-looking as she had seen in movies. Mae wouldn't leave her alone after her breakdown earlier that afternoon. The sun is setting now and Aurelia's surprised that man didn't turn them away when they showed up.
Mae's talking to a man that reminds Aurelia of Remus, minus the scars and the man looks a bit more unkempt. But, he seems just as friendly. Aurelia hopes so, the therapists she had seen in Muggle movies always intimidated her.
There's a red, black, and white snake wrapped around his wrist, he's tall and lanky, and his clothes are lightly coloured, his got thick rectangular glasses on his sharp face, that's framed by brunet curls. He smiles brightly as Mae talks to him.
Mae told her that she was talking her to see a therapist but, and Aurelia doesn't want to sound rude, he doesn't look like a therapist.
They exchange a few more words, the man nods at Mae and heads over to Aurelia, bringing the snake with him. Aurelia tenses, she hates snakes. Oh, Merlin, I hope it's not a Garter snake!
He stops in front of her, smiling brightly as he extends his snake hand "Hello, I'm Dr. Atticus Archer!"
Aurelia gives the snake a wary glance "Er . . . Hi."
Dr. Atticus Archer seems to realises he's given her the wrong hand to shake, he blushes, retracting it in exchange for his other hand "Hello, I'm Dr. Atticus Archer!"
Aurelia shakes his hand, she didn't expect therapists to be like this. Maybe, it won't be too terrible.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I listened to Therapy by All Time Low on repeat while writing this and it SHOWS, I love all time low lmaooo. Anyway, everyone say hi to Atticus Archer, he's a soft snake boi! Fun Fact: Lyra had Neville help her with the potion she's using to destroy his relationship with Aurelia!