Mary leaned her head on Remusโs shoulder, squeezing his arm as she tried to quell the way her own stomach was churning and churning, tried to pretend that each time they passed a portrait that whispered, she didnโt jump.ย โHey,โ her voice was low, hair piled atop her head and brushing Remusโs neck and she barely lifted it to look at him.ย โI know this is, like, the pot calling the kettle black because of how messed up my head is, but are you sure everythingโs okay?โ Her face was pinched with worry, as though near everything in the castle was making her feel like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and she had to get rid of it somehow. The words she spoke felt lame in her mouth as she spoke them, but she pushed through the feeling.ย โYou can talk to me about anything, you know. Doesnโt matter what. Even if whatโs bothering you is that youโre wearing mismatched socks - which, you arenโt. But if you were and thatโs what was bothering you, you could talk to me about it.โย
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