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She'd let out a small sigh, her voice quiet. "They're...worried about me Regan." She'd swallow hard. "Faith...thinks she found out what's wrong with me magic but...messing with it could...mess with me too."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Sixth Year -Hope and Ferlen Black's daughter – 17:08, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
"Oh," she said. She frowned. "There's nothing wrong with Rose... right?"
Hope BlackHufflepuff Alumna - Head Healer at St. Mungo's -"My family is my strength and my weakness." – 17:08, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
"Actually, what Faith told us, honey, is that you might have the power to help Faith figure out exactly what the issue might be."
She was clearly frightened. "...but....but what if it's just me in that darkness and there's...nothing else we can do? Maybe...maybe I'm just the problem and this has all just been a stupid waste of time and money."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Sixth Year -Hope and Ferlen Black's daughter – 17:16, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
"But Rose, what if you get all the answers you've wanted the whole time?" She said. This whole conversation had her very curious. She looked at her parents. "Can I help?"
She'd look a little overwhelmed by all the support, and look at Regan. "You...really think I can do this?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Sixth Year -Hope and Ferlen Black's daughter – 19:02, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
"I mean... I don't understand any of it, but I know it's what you've wanted to do for a long time... and if that's... feeding you, you can. I've seen you conquer really hard piano pieces when you had your mind set to it. So... maybe think about it like that?"
Nymeria had returned to Great Britain from visiting her mother, who she had realized was in dire need of a visit. When she was back, she was glad to get to working at Hogwarts, but between teaching and grading assignments, she needed a break. It was such a whirlwind far too soon, but she eventually settled into a booth by herself.
Nymeria loved kids (and desperately wanted one of her own), so she reacted with only a slight amount of shock, but mostly with a gentle and motherly smile. "Hey, sweetie. My name is Nymeria, but you can call me Nym," she said, before looking up at who she assumed to be the girl's father. "Oh, it's totally okay. I can understand."