Emmeline immediately lurched forward to grab onto her uncle's hands. She felt like a little kid again, clinging onto him. Their relationship was---strange. Archie was so young when Emmeline was born that it had been hard to see him as an adult, and by the time Emmeline did, her own parents had up and left her to fend for herself, so why listen to an uncle who was barely out of Hogwarts himself? Emmeline wished she'd been more active about being closer to her family as the course of this war had---it had taken so much, she should have appreciated what she'd been given.
"I'm real," she said, trying to get a better grip on his arms, to help him up, "I'm very real---And I'm here to get you out of here--Isobel sent me, okay? You're going to be late to Ernie's party---"
Emmeline forced herself not to cringe at the lies, but if he was barely coherent, any sort of familiar images could help. The potion! Okay, he looked---bad, he looked very, very bad, and Emmeline did her best to hold onto Archie and reach into her pockets for the Felix Felicis. She popped the cork easily and pushed it toward her uncle, "Drink this---it'll help us get out of here."
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