Chapter 301 - Hope Lupin Ⅱ (1/2)
After some time, Lyall finally pulls back as Hope gasps in pleasure and embarrassment at being caught so every unaware. ”Well, that's certainly new,” Hope murmured in disbelief.
Flustered, she tugs her still loose hair back and tries to compose herself. Hope's cheeks are flushed rosy pink as she narrows her eyes again at her husband. ”Lyall Lupin, have you been drinking fire whiskey with that old chum of yours Kettleburn?”
”No, my love,” Lyall steadfastly answered. ”I am just finding myself so very fortunate to be married to you and have you for my wife on this very fine morning.”
Hope eyes her husband a bit dubiously, but he is able to meet her eyes without flinching. ”Well, you certainly don't smell like you've been drinking,” Hope finally admitted. ”But where have you been?
And don't tell me you were at work, Lyall Lupin. I called, Thompson's wife on the landline and she said that you'd left on time with the rest of the ministry officials.”
”I did, my love,” Lyall beamed at her causing Hope to wonder if her husband was on some sort of magical or hallucinatory potion. She'd heard there'd been a raging epidemic as of late among middle-aged wizards. Something about having a mid-life crisis or that a great deal of Ministry officials at present are under a great deal of pressure with the upcoming Quidditch World Cup to be held that summer. Was it any wonder that they were resorting to illegal substances?!
Before Hope can ask more on the subject, Lyall takes her hands and carefully pulls her into the kitchen. Hope with skeptical eyes allows herself to be meekly led inside. She couldn't help but wonder if Lyall had been fired from his position at the Ministry of Magic. Or worse, could her worst fears be finally coming true? Had someone reported their son to the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures? And now, he'd be taken away!
”Have a seat love,” Lyall said. ”You'll wanted to be seated to hear the news.”
Hope feels the air being pulled from her lungs in confirmation. Trying to not tremble nor show her great fright, Hope drily swallows and tries to show a stiff upper lip. ”Well, what is it?”
”There's a cure, my love,” Lyall whispered with joy as he knelt on the crumb filled kitchen floor. His wife blankly stared at him until he gently squeezed her hands to remind that he was waiting for her reply.
”A cure?” Hope murmured not quite understanding her husband's words
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”A cure for werewolfism,” Lyall uttered with elation.
”A cure,” Hope whispered in utter disbelief as moisture began to appear in her eyes.
”Yes, my love,” Lyall happily exclaimed. ”That is why I was unable to come home last night as Master Belby was revealing the cure to the Minister of Magic Jenkins. And this morning, I was present at the news conference given by the Minister of Magic confirming the cure. Our son is finally safe, Hope.”
Hope is silent as tears of utter joy wash down her face. Tears can also be seen pouring down Lyall's face as the couple foolishly grins at each other despite their tear-filled faces. Hope flings herself into her husband's arms as they desperately hug each other. Her husband doesn't even comment when she soaks his robes with her tears nor does she at finding the top of her head damp with her husband's tears.