[HP] If youth has an ageless face

She flirts with everyone she strikes up, but only dates with exotic ones; she clinks glasses with a lot of handsome men, but only dances with single ones; she pays to sleep with certain guys, but never asks their names ; she called those people "dear", but in fact there was no warmth in her eyes.

Sylvia vaguely felt that Edwin La's transformation was stimulated by Chatillon, but she didn't know how to explain it.

Now, with a headache, she looked at the person sitting across from her.

Jacques looked lonely, looking out the window absently.In fact, Sylvia knew something was wrong when he dropped by without warning.

He was supposed to be a just reporter, but if his words were biased, someone must have disturbed his mind.

"I know what's bothering you." Sylvia said without confidence, "In many cases, admiration doesn't actually need to be put into practice."

He was silent.

"She is beautiful, but she may not be suitable for you."

"Mrs. Greengrass, I'm not obsessed with her appearance." Jacques finally said, "Although I was indeed deeply amazed by her at first." He still stared out the window blankly, but his tone could be said to be Couldn't be more gentle, "She's cute, isn't she?"

cute?Sylvia decided not to speak for now.

"I know that what I do and what I write is wishful thinking. She is different from others, and those words can't hurt her. But... the more I write, the more I can't forget her, even though I only saw her Few faces. She's not a bad person or a good person, she's smart and she can be silly from time to time. Mrs. Greengrass, I can't tell you what it's like, but I've never been so eager to be close to a person, you know what I mean Is it?"

"But," Sylvia reminded unbearably, "she's a little different now."

"It's not her fault." His expression was a little stiff, "You see, she never mentioned what happened in Boulogne Castle. You and I only saw part of it. What happened when we didn't see it What? What has she experienced in the other marriages in the past? No one has the right to blame her."

He really deserves to be a person who lives by pen, and a casual remark can be expanded into a provocative article—even if Edwin La's recent fashion path has caused a lot of blows to this admirer.

"You don't mind at all? I mean her now."

In fact, it is a little mindful, or jealous.But... "She is different from others."

"Yeah, she's different." Sylvia sighed. "Mr. Pennington, why don't you talk to her?"

"Talk? How do we talk?" Jacques looked at her as if grabbing a life-saving straw, "I've actually typed out countless drafts in my heart, but I can't say anything when I see her."

"Big reporters also have times when they are clumsy?"

Jacques smiled wryly: "Mrs. Greengrass, you have also experienced falling in love, right?"

"That's... each other." Sylvia asked, "You don't want me to be a lobbyist, do you?"

Apparently, that's what he meant.

"Young man, you can't rely on other people alone." Sylvia told the truth, "Although I still don't understand Edwina's criteria for choosing a husband, I'm pretty sure she won't choose a husband who needs help from others to tell her. A real person."

"I'm willing to go through fire and water for her!" Jacques eagerly spoke to prove his determination, "I just don't know how... how to make her understand."

After nearly six years, he was no longer the trainee reporter who went to interview the Minister of Magic wearing a wrongly buttoned shirt.Pennington's name is quite famous in the news circle. He is an out-and-out "serious news" reporter. Except for repeatedly arguing for Edwin La, he has never written any articles involving gossip, entertainment or exaggerated gimmicks. .Sylvia slowly blew away the steam from the hot tea, calmly evaluating whether he was qualified for her to help.

"Leave aside Darren. Matthew once promised to treat Blaise as his own; Haydn helped solve Rookwood while revealing his heart; although Chatillon was a pervert, he also took her from Lopez at the beginning Saved once." Finally she put down her teacup, "What can you give her, Joaquin?"

all.

Jacques remembered his first meeting with Edwin La.At that time, he didn't even know her name, and he never expected that he would fall under her pomegranate skirt one day.The interview after Matthew Wilson's death became a turning point for his feelings for her, and Joaquin quickly realized over time that she was more than just a vase.Beauty is her trump card but not the only one in her hand.This gave her the capital to look down on all other beautiful women, and she also had the confidence to step on countless doubts, ridicule and evil words to swagger through the market.

It was hard not to be attracted to her.

When he came back to his senses, there was already a written letter in front of him.Jacques read it carefully again, and sent it immediately after confirming that the wording was correct——

Due to the storm caused by Skeeter, the two Quidditch scientists who had previously promised to assist in writing Haydn's posthumous works seemed to have the intention of prevaricating, and wanted to take the opportunity to increase their remuneration by another liter.Although Edwina is not short of money, this kind of robbery is really hateful, so Sylvia took the initiative to inform Jacques about it.He knew what he had to do without further hints from her.

"Ugh..."

Edwina opened her eyes reflexively, and Blaise, who was sleeping next to her, had a nightmare again.He waved his small fists as if fighting a monster in his dream, his small face was covered with water marks.

"Brace, Brace." She woke her son up softly, coaxing him into her arms, "It's okay, Mom is here."

Blaise woke up sobbing, and after confirming that it was his mother who was holding him, he rested his head on Edwin's shoulder and continued to cry: "I, I—"

"Have another nightmare?"

Blaise nodded, opened his mouth to speak, but accidentally hiccupped.He froze for a moment, curled the corner of his mouth first, wanted to laugh but didn't.

"Hey, it's okay." Edwin stretched out his hand and patted him on the back slowly until he calmed down again.In order to prevent Blaise from always remembering the days at Boulogne Castle, Edwin La bought a house in the countryside after returning to England.The mother and son usually live here, and only move back to the city's residence on weekends when there is frequent communication.Edwin La hoped that the calm new environment would heal the shadow in Blaise's heart, but with little success.

"I dreamed of Irene again." Blaise whispered in her arms after he stopped crying, "And, and..."

"We're back, my dear." Edwina persuaded patiently, "Irene did go to heaven, but the murderer who killed her has received the punishment he deserved."

When she said this, she was actually a little guilty.Edwin La has yet to figure out all the mysteries of Boulogne Castle and Chatillon. To be honest, she doesn't want to understand at all.

"I don't want to—can you stop getting married?" Blaise pleaded pitifully, sniffling, "I don't want to live with someone new."

Edwinra agreed without thinking: "If you don't like it, I won't get married again in the future."

Blaise laughed through his tears.Seeing this situation, Edwin pulled a sigh of relief, picked up the water glass on the side, and added two drops of sleep-promoting potion to the remaining water: "Drink some water and continue to sleep."

"Will you stay with me all the time?" He asked while holding the cup.

Edwin wanted to fool him with an affirmative answer, but after thinking about it, she decided not to fool Blaise: "Brace, I can't be with you all the time." Seeing that he was about to cry again, Edwin La quickly continued, "You will always grow up."

"But you will always be my mother."

"Our lives will not overlap forever." She decided to tell him this truth, even though he is still young, "I will try my best to protect you and take care of you, but I can't make all the choices for you and smooth out all the difficulties , Avoid all risks, because you are you and I am me.”

Blaise frowned slightly, half understanding.

No matter how strong a fortress is, it may collapse, and no matter how close people are, they may be separated.This is the truth that Edwin La knew clearly when he was young.She confusedly embarked on a life that seemed wonderful but was full of dangers. At the beginning, she didn't understand the hidden crisis, but now it is difficult for her to get out of it.

Brace's life wouldn't be smooth sailing, she could have predicted that—maybe five years from now, maybe ten years later, he would know what his mother's "fame" brought, and that included There are good and bad.He can't refuse, because as he said, she will always be his mother, so he has to learn to face it.

"Then," Blaise said suddenly after a moment of silence, "if there is a suitable person, you should continue to get married."

"why?"

He sighed, pretending to be mature: "You are my mother, but you are not mine alone."

Edwin was stunned for a moment, but Blaise didn't know how much turmoil his words caused in her heart.He raised his head and drank all the water, and took the initiative to get back under the quilt.Edwin stretched his hand and touched his head: "Go to sleep."

After making sure he was fast asleep, Edwin went downstairs to Floo and contacted St. Mungo.Not long after, the therapist she'd been talking to recently appeared in the fireplace.

"Sorry to bother you so late." She looked at the healer's head in the fire, "but...he's having nightmares again."

"It's okay, I happen to be on duty tonight." The therapist glanced upstairs, "Is it the same content as before?"

Edwin nodded.

The therapist frowned, and the expression on his face was not relaxed: "Mrs. Zabini, I still don't recommend using the Oblivion Curse."

As early as she discovered that Blaise was always troubled by dreams, Edwina contacted the memory expert in front of her.She wanted Blaise to undergo an Oblivion Charm or memory modification, but the therapist told her it was too risky.A childhood amnesia spell has the potential to cause bigger side effects as adults, and they can't bet that Blaise will be the lucky one to escape the aftermath.

"Then what should we do?" Edwinla asked, "Is there no way to improve his current problem?"

The therapist shook his head: "The potion can prevent him from having nightmares, but the memories that really trouble him outside of nightmares cannot disappear."

Edwin was silent.

"If you insist on making him forget something, you have to wait until he demonstrates his magical abilities at the earliest," the therapist told her. "This is the Ministry of Magic's regulations."

She couldn't blame the Ministry of Magic, after all, Bryce's situation was too special.

"Okay." She thanked the therapist angrily.Seems like there's no other way but to let nature take its course - rely on her to channel?But Edwinla didn't know how to comfort the child in such a big matter, because no one had come to comfort her before.