So maybe it wasn't really a good idea that Septimus had just gone without telling Cedrella. Probably, it was a really bad idea that Septimus now knew he would never, ever try again. You gotta learn from your mistakes somehow, thought Septimus, as he immediately hunched to pull back Cedrella's hair (she would be upset if it was ruined) and tried to remember every scrubbing charm he knew that would right his shoes (he couldn't afford another pair at the moment).
..She really was sick, no denying that.
"All right," he said quietly, deciding to let things go simply out of horror. If it was anyone else, anyone else, they would have gotten an earful, but since it was Cedrella..And since she was sick and Septimus knew it, and since she seemed so upset about The Incident herself, he just shrugged it off. Septimus carefully tucked her hair back behind her ears, nodding his head, shaking off his shoes and pulling out his wand. After a cleaning charm or two, they were good as new, but that wasn't the real concern. "Let's get you in, then," he added, putting his arm around her shoulder and moving on to St. Mungo's and into the reception area.
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