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Serra furrowed her brows, shaking her head after half a moment of consideration. "I do not see why I should do that. Why would anyone insult me?" She believed herself to be without fault, so that anyone would find her lacking seemed far fetched.

Clyde couldn’t decide if he wanted to shake her or congratulate her on having the world’s thickest skin. Nothing was an insult to her it seemed. She really thought herself that good. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and took a steadying breath. “It may be good for you to learn to recognize insults. Just a word of advice.”

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To Serra, Rita Skeeter was an icon, a role model. Someone she looked up to. While Serra did not share her work ethic and would never consider herself a hard worker, she knew Rita was excellent on getting gossip and bringing it to the masses. It was an art that was lost on some, they thought themselves above it. Something she thought was foolish. "I suppose you are right. I do not wish to associate with fools anymore than I already do." She shook her head, a grimace of disgust on her face for a moment. "I suppose that is better, yes."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." And she did. She would need to send her a thank you gift once the article was out. "I am feeling much better now that I'm seeing these flowers. They brighten up this bland room immediately."

There was a whole world between what Rita was willing to write about those crazy fools and those she actually cared for, agreed with or considered her friends and family. To an extend the wedding had turned Serra a sort of friend. A complicated friend, but a friend, nevertheless. “Right. I do not believe with the right article this will gain you pity. Fools might. But then again, they do everything to earn that title, don’t they?” The witch smiled, amused by the thought. “The rest will simply see that someone with perfect health was clearly under some form of attack.”

With a swift move of her legs the witch crossed them, allowed herself to relax for comfort. “If you are worried, I’ll assure nothing gets out and instead everything is neatly covered up. That aside, how are you feeling?” A quick flick of her wand and the witch had summoned a bouquet, letting it slowly float over to the other. - @serraborgin

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"I am not surprised. I do not trust his judgement, I hear him and his wife keep the wrong sort of company." At least he had married another pureblood. Still, they were not the type of people Serra associated with. "Tell my mother to send it over to you-or ask Malcolm for it. I believe she shared it with him."

The wizard listened closely, though he remained seated, the distance more than appropriate as his intentions with the witch had greatly shifted since her birthday party. "I fear Longbottom couldn't notice the perpretator even if they were standing right in front of him." Evan said with a shrug of his shoulders before shifting in his seat, leaning in curiously. "Perhaps I could take a look at the guest list from your party? One of them must have been the one presenting you with the poisoned necklace."

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"I know that feels like forever." She sighed dramatically and if she did not just do her hair she would let herself fall back into her pillow for effect. "Please. I am way behind on gossip." What happened on the outside world while she was stuck in here? "Do you think they would change the curtains in here?"

For a St Mungos patient, Serra looked particularly stylish. Although, Willa knew her friend far to well, if there was a fashion statement to be made for hospital couture, Serra would be the pioneer. "Two days? I can bring you magazines if you like? To help with the boredom." Willa sat down at the side of Serra's bed, leaning back into the chair as she did so.

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"This hospital lighting is not good for my skin if I am subjected for it for too long, so I need to urge the Healers to let me go home sooner rather than later." She understood their reasoning of being kept for observation until the poison fully left her system, but that did not mean she had to like it. Or stop complaining about it. The incident did not turn her off of presents as she would always be a lover of material things. Excited she opened the box, smiling when she saw the pretty earrings. "They're lovely." Luckily Agatha had good taste so she did not have to lie to save face. "Malcolm and I have discussed somethings already. I do think emerald green would be good for bridesmaids. Or black. Certainly a darker color so I stand out the most."

She couldn’t believe such a thing had happened, couldn’t even think who’d want to hurt Serra or why. And while she didn’t feel guilty, she felt a heaviness in her chest as she couldn’t help but worry. “I’m so sorry this happened, sweetie, but I’m glad you’re getting better.” The brunette took a seat beside the younger witch, taking out a small package from her purse. “Got you a present, poison free.” She told her as she handed over the little box containing a pair of earrings, offering a soft smile. “I was thinking we could talk about your upcoming wedding? Give you something nice to focus on?”

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Serra looked up at Cressida , an eyebrow raised as she looked over at the blonde indifferent. It was a surprise to see her here, she certainly hadn't expected this visit. Serra did not associate with blood traitors out of her own volition. There was no point in being in contact with a traitor. If one betrayed their family they would do the same to you. It was something she was raised to believe and Serra had never been one to challenge the beliefs she was brought up on. To her everyone who made a cowardice choice like that was not someone she was interested in knowing. Stooping so low as to marry down and choose to forsake the Malfoy name. It was a mystery to Serra how people like Cressida or her cousin did not regret their choices.

"I am perfectly fine. Surprised that you were concerned enough to come see me."

The gossip mill had sarted nearly right away when Serra Borgin had been added to the patients list of the 'curses gone wrong' department, as Cressida had started to call it. It was soon clear what had been the cause; a cursed necklace. Or at least, that was what the rumour mill had created.

It had been a few days before Cressida had finally gathered enough courage to make her way over to the department where Serra was. If the blonde remembered right; there was one with who had a very direct opinion in the society... and that was Serra Borgin. But still she had made her way up to floors during her lunch break.

Softly, Cress pushed the door open and she was indeed met with a direct question. "Hi Serra. It's been a while. I wanted to see how you were doing." The blonde had no idea how this was going to end, but it was going to be an interesting conversation nonetheless.

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Serra's eyebrows furrowed with confusion, unable to make sense of it as she shook her head. Sighing in frustration. Why would someone poison her? What were they hoping to gain from that? While she believed herself to be influential she did not hold much power in the traditional sense so why her? "I need some of my beauty potions but you would not know which ones to get so I shall ask my mother to retrieve them." She looked over at him, hesitating to open up. "Just stay here with me? I feel safer when you're here."

Malcolm wish he had all the answers, especially when he saw Serra hurt and confused. Who could do this? Malcolm knew that they were get the medical updates and Serra would hopefully be okay, but the question that plagued him was wondering who the bastard was and where they were now. Malcolm was close to launching his own Auror investigation and didn't mind prying into Frank Longbottom's records to expedite the process. "It seems like it was tainted with poison, my love. Do you remember anything?" he gently pressed again. Malcolm now wished that he had paid more attention to all the guests who attended the party, but he was living too much inside his own mind at the time to notice any misdeeds. "It's alright, let's not stress about that right now. Is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need at all, just tell me and I will make sure it is done."

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"We have three. An estate as big as ours is not managed by just one elf. We are not poor." She rolled her eyes, waving off the importance of the elves. "You could ask my mother then. Or is that not something you could have done while I was unconscious? That is not very efficient." It was not her place to critique him and yet she did just that from her hospital bed. "I do not suspect him at all. He is obsessed with me, he has been trying to win me back for years. He would never hurt me like that." She was certain Malcolm had nothing to do with this incident.

"Do you keep a house elf on staff?" Frank asked. Elves were damn helpful creatures, and had a better memory than most people gave them credit for. Maybe if her family kept one, the elf would know. "Your mother also strikes me as the sort of person who would keep a guest list handy. Your fiance, Mr. Parkinson, do you have any reason to suspect he may not be happy with your engagement?"

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"I have been told that I was lucky." She did not like admitting weakness, especially to someone as intimidating as Alecto Carrow. There was something about her that made Serra wary to let her guard down. She had never liked showing that she did not feel well as she did not want that to be used against her. Unless she leaned into the dramatics and the optics of it to get pity or attention from people, if she planned a bout of fatigue for example it was entirely different to fainting out of the blue and perhaps hurting herself in the process. "You can stay for a bit, I appreciate the company." Lie, but it was the polite thing to say.

Alecto had witnessed what happened to Serra at the wedding. So when fate placed her at St. Mungo’s for a routine check-up with the twins, it wasn’t concern that drove her to Serra’s room, it was curiosity, and perhaps something a little harder to name. The babies slept soundly in their carriage, undisturbed by the sterile hush of the corridor as she stepped inside.

She caught the flicker of disappointment on Serra’s face before it was quickly masked, and while Alecto noted it, she didn’t comment. Instead, her gaze swept the room with a detached eye.

“I see you are well,” she said, tone edged with faint annoyance at the cold reception. “If my presence is too much for you, by all means, say the word."

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"Can the poison damage my hair? I do not want it to grow dull in the time I am stuck here. " Perhaps she will ask her parents to send over some of her hair potions as being in St. Mungos for longer could have disastrous effects if she let herself go. It was a terrifying thought that she did her best to push to the side to continue listening to him. "Will I have to continue to eat hospital food or can I have something of quality delivered?"

It wasn't like something that he had seen before. Of course, there would always be tampered objects but usually the goal was to sabotage its target. And as history had stated, most times, the cursed objects weren't intended for other purebloods. Beck didn't know Serra well; only knew about her through other people. There wasn't anything terribly threatening about her, which begged the question why someone would want to hurt her. His mind was already working on some possible answers as he entered the room. "That's probably natural," he answers. "We've detected poison in your system and we gave you an antidote. It is best to keep you here as the rest of the poison leaves your system. Lightheadedness and fatigue is common...I'm sure you're aware this has also become an investigation and you probably have a lot of questions. I can try to answer some, but the rest might be better left with the aurors."

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Serra smiled at the compliment, it wasn't the first time she had gotten this question, but that didn't mean she liked hearing it any less. "Modelling is something I've considered, but I have heard it is a lot of long hours..." She preferred living a life of leisure. The way he said it, she assumed that he meant that make a great princess. And was he trying to flirt with her? Did he not see the ring on her finger? "Oh, I am already engaged and he does treat me like a princess."

Clyde opened his mouth and then closed it again. It was like it hadn't even occurred to her that it might not be a compliment. Merlin if he could live like that. "Have you ever considered becoming a model?" He asked dryly. "Or marrying into royalty? Seems like good uses of your... skill sets."

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She sighed in relief when she saw that it was Willa and not someone annoying or someone she did not like. While she was excellent at pretending that she was touched by people coming to visit her, she did not like to be perceived as weak and laying in a hospital bed had that effect. Even if she made sure she looked her best, her and make up done perfectly, the air of the place made her look weaker. "I am stuck here for two more days. According to Healer Avery."

Willa had been flicking through patient files, sorting discharge paper work when she noticed Serra’s name amongst the patient files. Noted on the outside of the documents was Serra’s room number, which Willa had passed by numerous times earlier, completely unaware that her friend remained behind the door. On her lunch break, Willa had grabbed a quick bite and headed down to the room, knocking gently as to not startle Serra. Peeking into the room, glad to see that Serra was awake.

“Serra, hi.” Willa greeted, making her way into the room. “I didn’t know you were here, I was sorted paperwork at the front office and noticed your name.”

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Serra, sighed dramatically, shrugging her shoulders. "I have no idea. Apparently it was one of the necklaces I got for my birthday that was poisoned, but I do not know who has given it to me, so it cannot be someone important." She had gotten a lot of gifts and had waited to open most of them at once so she did not read each and every card given to her. The card was the least important part. "I have had an auror come and interview me. Longbottom." She knew he was pureblood at least, but far too sympathetic to muggles and the like. "They are going well. He has barely left my side since I got here."

He had no further intentions with the witch, theirs had been a one night stand fully taken advantage of, but never to repeat again. She was about to marry his friend and even as some wouldn't believe it, Evan was a man of principles, and therefore the encounter he'd shared with her was already forgotten. He'd come around only for his bond with Malcolm and his ties to pureblood society, it was what was expected from him and what he deemed entirely appropriate. "Have you got any idea who might have been behind it? It's a crime that can't go unpunished." The wizard stated, crossing his legs as his gaze settled on Serra. "Of course, it's nothing, the least I could do. How are things going on with Malcolm?"

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A better person would tone down the dramatics, perhaps even downplay what happened, but alas she did not. She was confused and scared, unsure why this happened to her. "It isn't your fault. You do not need to apologise." Serra reassured her. She was at least certain of that and Agatha had her honeymoon to get to, Serra did not want her to think she blamed them for what happened. "My head hurts but the healers said I should make a full recovery."

She'd found out what happened with the witch rather late, her focus on the wedding and her husband, almost missing out entirely on some details till a couple of days later. Agatha was most definitely worried though, how something like this could've happened made no sense to her, and she was absolutely concerned for Malcolm and his betrothed. The witch decided to pay a visit to Serra in St. Mungos before going away on her honeymoon, hoping to help her mood and wish her a speedy recovery. A soft knock on the door, the brunette slipped inside, her features soft as she looked over at the younger witch. "Hi, darling, I was coming to check up on you. I'm so sorry this happened, how are you feeling?"

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The first few days of her stay in the hospital had been spent with Malcolm by her bedside every day. Sure she had been somewhat aware that he did still care for her, before he had told her so. The consistent presents every year had been an indicator for that, but she had been surprised by his worry and care and that he was a permanent fixture to her side. When she opened her eyes it was not him by her side but Evan. "I do not recommend it to anyone." She grimaced, checking the mirror on her beside table to make sure her hair wasn't flat from laying down. "I am much better now. Thank you for coming. It is kind of you." She hadn't thought he would, although they had ended their short lived affair the same night it began. She had been upset, it was her birthday and he had made her feel better. It never lead to anything else or more than that.

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Always a gentleman, Evan had waited the appropriate period of time before showing up at St. Mungos, a visit done in good grace with both his friend and his fiancé in mind. Surely, he wanted to put the past behind with the witch as well, so he was waiting patiently for her to wake up. The mediwitch had said it'd take a couple of minutes so he'd taken a seat on the chair beside her bed, gaze settled on her until she opened her eyes. "What a terrible way to end such a great night." The wizard offered lightly. "You still look good as ever, even in such circumstances. How are you feeling, dear?"

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"Thank you. I am glad to be awake." Which was the truth. "I do not think there is anything you can do for me. I do not know who gave me the necklace. There were many people at my birthday party, I cannot possibly recall everyone in attendance and who gave me what gift. I am too popular to be able to do so." It had been her birthday party turned surprise engagement announcement so she had had more important things to think about as she had opened her gifts.

News of what had happened to Miss Borgin at the wedding had spread fast. It hadn't taken long for the Minister to ask the Auror department to look into the matter. The case had been assigned to him. Frank doubted it was a purposeful attack but these days it was always best to double-check.

"Miss Borgin. It's nice to see you awake." She had been asleep when he first came to interview her. "Actually, I'm here to help you, I hope."

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"Thank you." She took it as a compliment, never considering the alternative that it wasn't meant as such. "Of course I am always like this, it is not easy to be this beautiful and poised, but if someone can do it, it is me."

“You really are something.” Clyde marveled. He wasn’t sure that something was good, but at least she had self-confidence. That had to be worth something. “Are you like this on purpose all the time? Doesn't it get exhausting? It seems very exhausting.”