When you lose something you can’t replace

When he said no, Daphne couldn’t stop her head from dropping, shoulders slumping in defeat, but she didn’t want Grim to feel bad either so she closed the distance between them to wrap him in a hug, burying her head against his chest as he talked about getting her somewhere warm… about going to the Armada to see Sirius. Anxiety spiked in her chest, and her lip pulled down in worry as she pulled back to look her adopted brother in the eye. "Don’t let’em send me back Grim. That fuckin’ castle’s cursed." Her breath was coming short and sharp, a wild look working its way into her mismatched eyes. "Promise me Grim..." She set her feet stubbornly, she wasn’t taking a step until she knew it wasn’t leading back to that fucking castle.

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