Delilah was panicked. When she got word that Amycus had been taken in for questioning, she had frozen up. Why would they want to question her husband? What had he done? She had no idea. And it didn’t help that she hadn’t been able to find him. She had no idea what was happening with her husband, she had tried to get the aurors to speak to her about what was going on with Amycus, but nobody had wanted to bother with her. She had apparated home, unsure of what to do, so she flooed her parents, and they advised her to stay in her home, and wait for Amycus.
But that was the hardest part. She wanted to owl Narcissa and Laura and ask them to come and keep her company, but she was not sure of whether or not that was a good idea, and she didn’t want to anger Amycus when he got home, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to truly open up to them, and let them know what was happening.
It seemed like time was ticking impossibly slow. It was sometime after three in the morning, and she was sitting in their living room, an untouched tea in her hands. She was still in the gown that she had been wearing at the ball, she had no desire to change, didn’t want to move from that spot as she waited.
And then the door opened, and there he was. She stared at him, in shock, but she wasn’t sure why she was so surprised to see him.
“What happened? Are you okay? Why did they take you? What’s going on? Are you in trouble?”
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