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His chuckle makes her smile āā itās a tiny, pleased thing, she hides by ducking her head. There are very few people these days that can pull a genuine smile out of her, the kind that blossoms on her face against her will and before she can think better of them. She plagues herself with trying to summon them for other people, for Molly and Arthur and the children. Ben inspires them quietly, every now and then, during these quiet hours together when the rest of the world is tucked away safely in bed.Ā āI considered getting someone to obliviate me to get rid of it, but Iām not certain it would work.ā And sheād really hate to forget any part of him, even the gross smelling parts.Ā
She can see the relief in him when she holds herself back, leans her elbows on her knees and looks down at the heavy red carpeting in the room. Its still scary, sheās still terrified, but she finds a shovel and buries it somewhere deep inside herself for the time being.Ā āSheād be in good company, If he did.ā She allows, showing the protectiveness she echos back at him in waves. Sheād do a great many things to keep him safe, and it claws at her that heās going somewhere out of her reach. Caradoc is glad, though, that heāll be with someone he trusts.Ā
A small shrug moves over her shoulders, her thoughts dwelling too long on Potter. Sheās glad that she can talk about this with someone other than Potter, sheās glad she told him what she found and what was given.Ā āI brought it to him, but he didnāt seem to know what it was or who could have sent it.ā She was worried that theyād never figure it out, this part of their mystery, this part of the story.Ā āI donāt know, maybe it was just all a ploy to keep us busy, but⦠it feels important.ā A glance back up at him, a sheepish smile. Sheās been obsessing over this a little too much, the thing that plagues her at night most of the time.Ā āBest we can do is play Nancy Drew for a while.ā A teasing lilt to her voice, as she carries on. āIts not hunting death eaters through the wilderness, but itās something.āĀ
āSo you still have it then?ā he asks, looking up towards her. Heād silently been hoping she would have dispensed the ring with Potter, like the note on the package had seemingly intended. There was a certain energy about the thing, one he couldnāt quite describe, but it made him uneasy whenever she pulled it out in front of him. Whatever it was, and whatever its purpose, it held a power in it like one heād never encountered before.Ā
āNo,ā he shook his head in response,Ā āI think itās definitely important. Whoever sent it made damn well sure it got taken over- and in your hands specifically for whatever reason.ā She was the other important piece here, so important whoever it was that gave her that coat and ring made sure sheād have a guide on her way over the border. He was simply the additional collateral to make sure the plan succeeded.Ā
Her smile, shy and slightly embarrassed, as if she wasnāt sure if it was okay to give, pulls him out of his more troubling thoughts.Ā āTrust me, Iād much rather be solving the mystery of the ring in the coat pocket, than try to sniff for clues in the woods with a damn stag for help,ā he replies with a soft chuckle, poking light at Potterās animagus form.Ā









