He sighed and wrapped a free hand around her body loosely. "Girly lotion," he mumbled. Honestly, he didn't care what the lotion smelled like. It felt good on his sore hand. "The Ministry is out of control. Bloodlines shouldn't matter. We all have magic." He was mumbling and he was starting to relax. He squeezed her softly and looked around the room. Worrying is what Matt did best. If he didn't worried they'd be hippies living in a flat somewhere in London barely making rent.
"Maddie, honey." He said with a little more viciousness than he intended to. He had noticed the doll, "You forgot to turn a doll." He looked away from it almost immediately. The eyes already getting to him. He closed his eyes tightly trying to get the image out of his mind. There was a fight coming and he knew it. He really did appreciate the fact that she went to so much trouble but he didn't even want to think about it. He shuddered.
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