By the time Emily returned to the hall, after drinking the lemon juice offered to her by Mrs. Steams, there was only ashes on the floor, and a brooding Theodore.
“Where did she…? Is that…?”
“Yes, healers, unlike other supernatural beings, turn to ashes once their life drains out of them,” he told her matter-of-factly.
“Okay,” she drawled and nodded in understanding. “And have you recovered your memory?”
“She didn’t cast a spell on me, but rather injected me with a confusion potion,” he sighed. “I am not sure when the effect will wear off.”
“I see,” Emily couldn’t help but say in a dejected tone.
“Don’t fret it, lover,” he told her softly as he approached her, “I am sure I will remember everything, given time.”
She nodded at him, a small smile stretching her lips.
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