Nodding briefly in satisfaction Ambrosia finished her tea, approving of the blend if not the length of the brew, and pushed her cup away. Adrienne was one of her preferred relatives but that did not mean she intended to linger for too long; her niece was clearly ailing in her newfound condition and Ambrosia, though she would never admit as much, did not intend to make matters worse.

“Perhaps.” She agreed, calculating her dates and estimating that they may well have another reason for celebration then – something that would impress even the most moribund Lestrange. “My dear, if you’ll excuse me, I must leave you. I have other calls to make,” she lied smoothly, getting to her feet. “Do be sure to let us know how your health fares,” she added, already planning to tell Trystan before any letter could.

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Ambrosia's got 99 problems but this hot af set from MJ ain't 1 of them