Golden Daffodils

by songintheglaciers

Jo had always been aware of the fluttering warmth breathing in her middle since her reincarnation. How it thrummed, mirrored her emotions and heeded her every intention. So when an eerily familiar tall, prim woman garbed in emerald robes of a fabulous and decadent velvet enters her home, she never imagined she'd reincarnated in a fictional world she barely knew anything about.

38. Thirty-Eight

"'Ello?" Elen murmured into the phone past the brick in her throat, parchment letter creased in her trembling hand. "M not callin' at a bad time, am I?"

'No, no. Not at all. The practice doesn't open until another twenty minutes. Why?' Diane's voice crackled into her ear. 'Is there something wrong?'

"No, iss just—" she swallowed thickly, "—y'know when I said it would be their first death anniversary an' Jo's up there alone with Kolya?"

'Yes?'

"I got— I got a letter. From McGonagall 'bout Jo. She—" the Welsh woman's voice wobbled, "—asked for her 'elp with it—says she were 'avin' a panic attack but wouldn't say anythin' else 'bout it... so Professor... so she's askin' me in case there's anythin' I think she should know."

"I..." Elen inhaled sharply before Diane would respond. "I know I can't be there for her— we talked 'bout it, Dia, lots.' I know... I know I can't be there for her... but... but..."

'It's not fair," the dentist finished softly and she could barely stop the tears building in her eyes.

Elen didn't think she could've gotten through the rest of the day without the couple.

Or reply to the letter.