Tim sat back in the chair, just slightly less stiff than someone put under pertrificus totalus. You'd have to be blind to not notice the anger emitting off Nick, and even then, that sixth sense feeling he'd been silently fuming at was enough to give any blind person the sense of danger Tim was feeling. But, again, if he silently told himself to stay calm and relaxed, because it was what was best for Adamina, he would be okay.
Of course, it was bloody terrifying to think of what a bloody wand core extractor could do to you, but. Tim was a loyal Hufflepuff, he was going to stick by his and Adamina's decision, he was going to stick by his wife, who he believed in enough to know that she was going to survive all of this and...yes. He sat up a bit straighter, definitely not as rigid anymore, and shook his head.
"I don't know," he said, his voice a lot more scratchy than he'd known it would be, "They haven't told me anything."
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