He was quite sure that he had never felt this way before in his entire life. Every single muscle in his body was tense, tied into knots, while his head felt like it was being smashed by a hammer. It had been an issue of his ever since he had been young, to get chronic headaches every now and then. But, this wasn’t the same. This was caused by stress, and fatigue, and…aggravation. Even though it was very rare for Dedalus Diggle to be angry at someone, to be angry at Eliza, he was. He just didn’t think he ever would be. Well, at least not to this degree.

Sitting in his friend’s apartment, he stared down at the kitchen floor. He was certainly sitting at the table, leaning back in his chair, completely slouched back as Emmeline moved around setting up some tea. He hadn’t said much since he had arrived, despite the fact that he told her that he wanted to talk. It was mainly because she had told him to not give her any attitude, and was positive that if he opened his mouth as soon as he got there he would just let any words fly out of his mouth, having no control over his tone or what he was saying. Eventually though, he leaned forward, the first movement he had shown in a while, and rested his elbows on his thighs.

“She told her.”