Walden frowned, contemplative now. Warded against Legilimens. Why would they need to do that? It was ghosts and people with masks. "Not you specifically, do you think?" If that was the case then it severely limited the number of possible culprits.
He glanced back at the door. Could he do this without Antonin? Could he do it at all? Maybe with her. Walden could at least try. "It might. Certainly can't hurt."
"I imagine not." the list of living people who were aware of narcissa's specific brand of psychic power were strictly, selectively, and exclusively made privy to the private information at her discretion. cissy was, for lack of a better phrasing, fucking excellent at keeping secrets, and this was the one most important to her. walden, antonin, lucius, andromeda, regulus knew; anyone else, even those she might consider friend, could only speculate. "all notable intention indicates that if they were aware, the wards would have been adjusted for my comfort instead." yet they had not which meant her secret remained safe, but her head was a horror story.
"of course it can hurt, walden. I imagine it will, but pain is a temporary affliction which forces us to become vulnerable." she said through another wince. "and like any creatures that molts, vulnerability is a requisite for growth. now, brace yourself for that potential. be honest and mind your temper."
