The night prior had been a lot, to say the least.
Aliya was one of the few people from her childhood who was currently speaking to her, so when she suggested they have a girls’ night in, catching up and drinking wine, Hilda leapt at the opportunity.
The plan was to open a bottle of red and be pampered the whole night by doting house elves as they discussed the fun they had each gotten up to since they’d last met. However, one bottle turned into two, and then into three, and things took an interesting turn. As it turns out, when two petite women drink nearly three bottles of wine by themselves, they tend to blabber and end up spilling secrets their sober selves very much intended to keep to hidden. In addition, neither of them could remember quite how much they told the other person through their slurred speech.
Though a house elf had made up the tray and brought it to Hilda, the witch took it the final six feet from the doorway to the bed where Aliya lay recovering. Both of them drank a significant amount, but Aliya ended up having more than Hilda as Hilda’s “mother” insticts kicked in and reminded her that if she drank too much, she wasn’t going to be fully on top of her mothering game the next day.
“Here,” Hilda sat on the edge of the bed and handed Aliya small potion bottle and a glass of water. “These should hopefully help.”
Hilda was itching to ask for some clarification on what Aliya had told her last night, but she decided to hold off at least until Aliya was capapble of sitting up. “Do you want me to open the blinds, or should we wait a bit?”
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