Allowed: Verita, Antonin, whoever else wants to walk in
I had found a book with a spell in it that would tell me whether or not I was pregnant. I knew that I was, I could feel it but more than anything I wanted it to tell me I was wrong. I didn't even know who the father was. Shite, if only I had been hit hard with redemption a few weeks earlier...
I pushed open the door and was relieved when Myrtle didn't appear to be there. I set my back, containing the spell book, on the floor and leaned against a wall facing the sink mirrors. I looked at myself and pushed back thoughts of how beautiful I was and thought instead of how much trouble I would be in.
