It was always hard talking about her own problems. Even with the ton she always had on her shoulders (even though lately it had only felt like half a ton), Fiona had never been good at putting her worries and concerns into other people's laps. She hadn't learned over the many years that this often backfired on her, that it messed things up until they couldn't be fixed, but she'd rather deal with everything herself than upset someone else.
Like--she was going to go home and tell Brianna that things were going to be settled. They were, Fiona was sure, but there was no reason to act all flustered and upset in front of her sister, who had much more riding on this than she did. Fiona had no problem assimilating into the muggle world if that was the case, if that was what they'd force her to do, but she knew Brianna was headed for great things, so--this had to be done, and with as little stress as possible.
"Well," she started, shrugging. Her hand came out, dropping limping in a conversation-like gesticulation, "They're questioning our blood status, and now Brianna's internship is in danger of being suspended and---" Fiona waved her hand dismissively, even though just saying the words put a vice like clench around her heart, "--it's just really fucking ridiculous."
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