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Corvus ducked his head as she took his hand, dark curls falling across his face. It wasn't uncommon for the sixteen year old to end up at his sister's home during the school holidays, preferring that greatly to being in the family home with their father. The Lestrange manor was too cold, too empty, just like the man at the head of it, and as he got older it got more and more difficult to be the son his father wanted. Not when he didn't want to be that sort of person, and when the pressure was piling on.

"It's just a scratch, love."

Well, it was a little more than a scratch, but in his defence, it was a lot better than it had been, and really it was more of an inconvenience now than anything else. Injury came part and parcel of his line of work after all, and the occasional gash was commonplace. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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Queenie decided to stop by Leta’s record store after she had finished other, more urgent, errands. She always enjoyed finding a record, or two, that she hadn’t heard yet, and she knew Leta would have good recommendations.

She entered the store with a greeting as she always did. “Hi, Leta,” she said. “I need a new record to listen to, and I know you can point me in the right direction. You always do.”

“Not gonna lie, I’m still gonna rate the kids menu over alcohol.”

Corvus was sprawled across the sofa, a mess of lanky limbs, one leg hanging over the back, and his head hanging off the end slightly. He’d just finished editing another video and posting it. This time, he’d decided to go for an original song rather than a cover, so the anticipation of what people might think of it was considerably high, and he’d been a little twitchy ever since it had gone up.

She didn’t want every meeting with her sister to go in this way. They were already running on borrowed time, and each meeting had started to grow shorter and shorter, in fear for Grindelwald catching onto where she went during her times outside of the castle. While she took complete fault, she knew that she couldn’t have joined Grindelwald and the rest of his followers under her own identity, and had to assume Leta’s. Though, she wasn't quite sure why she rejected this so much. Letitia wanted to be a force of change, and she wanted to help for once in her life (after being mostly too lazy or disinterested to do anything).

“Please,” she said with a frown, “speak to me. I miss you.”

"I..."

Corvus frowned, pulling his knees up to his chest, swallowing roughly. The dream had seemed so real, so terrifying, and when he'd startled awake and the shadows had been cloying around him, the way they always did when he was upset, for a moment he had been overwhelmed.