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Subject: We That Are Young (invite only) Sun Apr 11, 2021 3:49 pm

Life - if her existence could be called as such right now - continued at a steady pace after Mimosa's arrival at the Murray estate. Having learned early on that defying Josh meant Mimosa would suffer the consequences, the former Potion Mistress had no choice but to succumb.

She acquiesced to the wedding planning, the show of propriety, the pretense of motherhood with Ethan.

She even succumbed to Josh's bed every night, lying still and dreaming of the blankness that filled her every time the blond was near, a world where she could disappear into herself until ordered to emerge, to perform an action or to take a position.

And ironically, with each disassociation, a small fragment of a memory cemented itself to her psyche.

The night of Mimosa's arrival, the child was relocated elsewhere when Ethan was brought to his nursery. Azalea had wanted to follow her daughter, see where the child was being held but the instinct brought with it the fear of her actions hurting Mimosa once again.

Instead she had curled up quietly on the bed, silent tears streaming down her face. When Josh had come in, he had looked genuinely surprised at her distress.It was when he had began kissing her, one hand automatically reaching to undo the tie of her nightgown that Azalea had realized she had no other option then to slip away.

At first, it had been unclear. The confusion both at the memory and of the memory itself as a mangled, charred Man-Eating Tree lay at her feet. Then the scene changed to a package on her desk accompanied by a note in a script now all too familiar. Green material slipping through her fingers, the exact replica of a blouse she had lost not a week ago.

"A-Azalea, go to sleep."

The weld had dimmed around the voice an ordered that had to be obeyed.

Every day had followed much like the day before. In the morning, the children were brought to her after Joshua left, allowing her to eat with them instead of downstairs at the dining area. Then, Azalea was made ready for her appointments that day, which she concluded as quickly and uninterested as possible, returning to Ethan and Mimosa. The former was enjoying his time thoroughly with his mother while Mimosa...

It hadn't taken long for the witch to realize they were not going to treat the young Slytherin. The makeshift splints she had fashioned for the child were still her only form of care. Mimosa also remained sleepy most of the time, both a blessing and a curse. Being a potions mistress, Azalea knew enough to understand when someone was being drugged. Unfortunately, she was also aware that said drugs wee the only thing keeping the pain away from the child.

Sometimes, Mimosa murmured in her sleep, sometimes in French Azalea couldn't understand, always with one name on the child's lips.

"Mon Jacques."

Watching the slumbering teen, Azalea was transported to a similar memory nearly fourteen year ago. She too had been fighting unconsciousness and pain, she too had been so convinced she had murmured his name over and over again.

She was sure Jake would find her.

And she hoped to every power that existed that her daughter's faith would be more well founded than her own had been.

"Maman look, I spelled all the big words."

"That's wonderful, darling," Azalea replied robotic ally, looking at the words "Congratulation", "Adulation" and " Modulation" spelled out perfectly in script that was just starting to turn cursive. "Shall we try another set?"

"You do it too!" Ethan insisted, passing erh a piece of paper and a pen. Nodding, Azlaea took the stationary and began to right her almost daily message in the tiniest script possible.

"We're being kept in the main suite at the East side of the estate, on the fourth level above withdrawing room 2 and the EW library. Mimosa is brought here every morning and taken away every evening. Ethan stays with us too. Servants come and go at random but Josh only comes in the evenings and leaves for breakfast at 8:15 in the morning."

"Maman, you writing so much!"

"Sorry Ethan, I messed up, I'll start over," she assured the child, crumpling up the message in the crook of her fist and reaching for a fresh sheet. The paper would later be straightened out, rolled up and dispatched with Leafy as part of regular communications she had now established with The Outside.

The brunette couldn't bear to think of people on the other side, both for fear that even her thoughts were being watched and because The Outside inspired more hope than a single person, even multiple people. Azalea's goal was now simple, one iterated in almost every message she had sent to The Outside. Their primary task was to get Mimosa out of here. They were not to attempt to rescue Azalea if it meant jeopardizing her daughter's chances of escape.

Two weeks, she had been told. They had to keep this up for two weeks while The Outside full proofed their plan. So for two weeks Azalea kept waking up, kept remembering more of the girl she had been, more of the boy Joshua Murray had been, kept going to her appointments, kept watching Mimosa and playing with Ethan, kept pretending...

Because it would be the greatest acting role of her life, and one she could not afford to fail.

"Tomorrow I'll take Josh out to the grounds tween 4:00 to 4:15. I can keep him there for half an hour maybe, get Mimosa out! Take her and leave. Do not stay back for anything or anyone."

Rolling the little chit of paper up, Azalea attached it to the waiting vine. It had grown slightly thicker over the last two weeks. It now traveled faster, it could hold larger pieces of paper.

She hoped it was ready for what was to come.

The next day, like clockwork, Azalea rose from her chair, suggesting a walk outside in the nice weather. Joshua looked up from his papers, surprised yet willing. The two were on their feet and heading out the door as planned when the pitter-patter of little feet stopped them in thir stride.

"Maman, Papa, where are you going."

"Just for a walk, darling," Azalea replied as Josh looked on at his son. "We'll be back before you know it."

"I want to walk too."

"Ethan, don't you have to finish your puzzle in the nursery?"

"No," the boy shook his head stubbornly. "I want to walk."

"Very well than, you may come along," his father interjected, making the child grin happily and a feeling of unease settle inside Azalea.

It wasn't a good sign that things were already not going according to plan, before they had even begun.

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Subject: Re: We That Are Young (invite only) Sun Apr 18, 2021 10:27 am

"Joshua Murray has taken Mimosa."

"And he has Azalea, too."

Louis' eyes his son's gaze in that moment, without saying a word. The concern was written clearly across his son's features, the undeniable certainty that the Clement ward had been taken. The accusation that it was the Lord Murray, though, was one that the Lord Clement could not just accept with more information. Jacques had already turned away from his father, though, moving across the room to the cupboard that housed the project Jacques had been working on for some time. The Lord Clement got to his feet, following his son to the board that showed the location of each of the Clements.

Jacques' finger rested on the marker in Wales with Mimosa's name floating above it wordlessly.

The uncharted blur of the Murray estate was the backdrop to the name.

Almost out of habit, Louis' eyes moved left on the map to find his daughter's name still defiantly showing in America.

"We need to act now."

Jacques' anger was growing, and the Lord Clement put a gentle hand upon his son's shoulder. "Leave it with me."

"But, he has Mimosa."

"I am very aware." Louis replied , the tone clearly showing that he was not happy with the outcome either. But rushing in was not going to aid them. "Who else knows?"

Jacques moved forward with everything he knew of the situation, ensuring he detailed everything he already knew, and how they knew where Mimosa was before Jacques' return. The older Clement had listened carefully throughout the conversation, taking note of every detail provided and ensuring he missed nothing. By the time the Clement heir had finished his explanation, the Lord Clement had more than enough troubling information. Mimosa's safety -- and Azalea's -- were more than important to the man, they were part of the Clement lineage, knowingly or otherwise, and the Lord Clement would stop at nothing to see them both returned unharmed to the Palace.

Jacques' first point of call, though, had been the security of the Mimosa's father. The man had established himself in the life of Louis' daughter and granddaughter once more, and it put him in danger he most likely hadn't understood. The Clement heir had paused for a moment as he was dismissed, an uncertain look upon his brow as he struggled with his question. Louis had waited patiently.

"Maman?"

One word, it was all that was needed.

"You don't need to let her know."

***

The room Louis used for meetings had been left abuzz hours later. The small council formed had listened intently to the task as it was set out by the Lord Clement. There had never been a need for explanation with the men who followed him, and today was much and more the same. The explanation of the Clement Ward being taken had put a fire in all their eyes as Louis explained the need to get her back -- unharmed -- as soon as possible.

That, though, had been the one area the Lord Clement had not been worried for.

It had been this moment.

The Lady Clement's last guest for the day had just left, the fact had been brought to the Lord Clement's attention as requested. The man had excused himself from the planning meeting without a second thought, leaving the trusted task force to their work.

The gentle knock upon the door to the withdrawing room had announced his presence, and the smile upon the Lord Clement's lips had only been to try to lessen the blow that was about to come. "How was your meeting, ma chérie?" Louis asked, moving to his wife's side. It did little to deter her eyes from grasping the fact her husband was trying to deter the inevitable moment of giving bad news.

The question came in the witch's eyes before it came from her lips.

Louis' hands had found hers as he sat down in to the cushions of the sofa beside her. For a moment avoiding the eyes of the woman he cherished most in the world because he knew that what came next would bring pain to those beautiful grey orbs.

"Mimosa has been taken from Hogwarts." The man supplied so softly it would only just be heard in the room. "She is being held at Murray Manor... with our daughter, Azalea."

Louis' eyes moved up to his wife's in that moment to see the conflicting emotions that could not be chosen from in that moment. The man swallowed softly, knowing that there wasn't much he could say in that moment that would aid his wife. "Mais je vais les ramener tous les deux à la maison, ma chérie."

The promise was spoken just as softly as the news had been given, but there would be no doubt that the Lord Clement would make good on his promise.

He had never not made good on any promise, and he would not start now.

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Subject: Re: We That Are Young (invite only) Wed Apr 21, 2021 7:59 pm

"Daddy?"

Jake looked up from his daze, catching sight of his daughter coming over to situate herself in his lap without another word. The man happily wrapped his arms around the child, drawing her close and breathing in the fruity scent of her shampoo in an act of reassurance that he hadn't known he'd needed in that moment. "Yes darling?" Jake replied after a long moment, bringing his mind back to the present.

"Why do we have to have all the weird people around the house all the time?"

"They're just helping daddy with something."

"Are you in trouble?" The child asked, cocking her head to the side as she did for added effect as she took in his features.

"Of course not, why would you think that?"

"You keep forgetting to do things, so I thought they were here to help, but they won't make me things to eat and drink." Adrienne replied simply, as if that was all there was in this world. Food and drinks, the child was easily subdued.

"No, they're just helping me with something from work, they won't be here much longer." Jake assured the child gently, pushing a smile on to his features that had been much too few and far between in the days that had passed.

I'm coming to get you, both of you, won't be too much longer.

We need to know about....

The messages had always been the same, a gentle reassurance that they were coming, followed by the information that the men from the Palace insisted they needed. They had looked frustrated the first time Jake had written something like that, but he hadn't waivered. He was not going to let Azalea down again, and though neither of them had ever needed words to communicate, it was all they had now.

"You can tell me if you're in trouble, daddy, I can fix it!" The child insisted, bringing a genuine smile to the man's lips as he held his daughter a little bit closer in that moment, trying to hold on to the pure innocence that his daughter still had.

***

The information had been fed through from Azalea over the past ten days via her vines. The comings and goings of Joshua, the routine she and the children kept. Where Mimosa would be day and night. The Murray residence was highly secure, and Jake had been surprised by most of the information that had come out from the specialists that worked with the Clements. Most of the protections didn't even seem to be new to the men he'd been sat with, they'd taken it in without any further questions, leaving Jake listening to each briefing with an almost permanent look of concentration.

It had been enough for the team to know how everything was going to happen.

It had been eye opening to see just how much the Clements could make happen.

The supposedly secure Floo Network of the Murrays had been compromised by members within the British Ministry. Giving them enough time to get in to the manor house. The five man team had landed in seconds of it opening, almost as soon as all of them had straightened, the Floo network had closed with a soft pop, denoting that they were now on their own in this maze of a house.

"Is everyone through safely?"

The calm French voice of the Lord Clement sounded in the earpiece that each of the five members worse.

"Safe."

His son answered in nothing more than a whisper.

The five of them had their wands drawn as they moved to the door, the first member of their squad opened it noiselessly, checking left and right before creeping out in to the hallway. One by one, the men followed through the door, eyes shifting from left to right as they noiselessly cleared each room. Each room cleared was reported back to the Palace by Jacques in the softest of whispers from the middle of the group.

As they neared the stairs it was the flash of white that denoted the company of a member of the household staff being stumbled across. Two of the Frenchmen split off to move the body out of the way from others, Jacques moved up the stairs first, denoting they had made contact with someone, but that the person had been stunned for safety.

Jake paused at the base of the stairs, looking left and right once more to ensure that no-one had seen them, waiting for the two Frenchmen to fall back in to line.

Behind him, Jacques had paused.

Something in French followed that Jake did not understand.

"What are you doing?"

The Lord Clement's voice sounded somewhat strained in that moment, though Jake did not understand why.

"Je ne suis pas sûr..."

Looking over his shoulder, Jake took in the Clement heir curiously.

"Jacques..."

"I have to check something."

With that, Jacques broke rank, moving back down the stairs a little too quickly as he followed his wand that was moving on it's own accord.

"Keep going."

The command from the heir was one that didn't come with question from his fellow country men, but Jake bulked.

"Where are you-"

The man was gone though, and Jake looked from the man who had slipped away to the three other men who were still concentrating on the mission. Jake simply checked himself, refocusing and then moving up the stairs backwards to keep an eye on the way they'd just been.

It continued.

Room by room.

Doorway by doorway.

Slow, steady and calculated.

Only one more member of staff crossed their path, coming up behind the group and walking head on in to the stunner Jake sent her way. He felt bad as he moved her body in to a room and closed the door. The stunner wouldn't leave any lasting damage, but the feeling of being stunned would never be a pleasant experience. The four of them reached their target in less than fifteen minutes from landing in the Lord Murray's office.

Jake's hand had pressed lightly on the door, pushing in to the room carefully so as not to spook his daughter. She'd been through enough in the past week, and now was not the time to further scare himself.

His pulse quickened with anticipation as his eyes roved across the room.

"She's not here..."

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Subject: Re: We That Are Young (invite only) Sun Apr 25, 2021 11:24 am

"Where are you going?"

"Papa," Jacques replied, hurrying down the hallway in the opposite direction to where they'd originally planned on going. It had taken only seconds for the team within the Palace to make up a new line of communication with him, Jacques was almost sure his father had known before all of this that it would be necessary. Another time, he might have appreciated the forward thinking of the older Clement, but he didn't have time in that moment. "I remembered the spell, that you taught us, to keep Mimosa safe in the Dahliatenelle. It's pointing away from the location Azalea had given us - Stupefy!"

The Clement heir jumped over the stunned body of the help and pushed open the door that led in to the courtyard of the Murray Manor.

His wand shifted back, pointing him across the courtyard.

Jacques followed, moving as swiftly as he could whilst also trying to keep all noise to a minimum. The wand shifted around the building, pushing towards the fastest route it could find. Around the building, the wand started to point up rather than flat, forcing the Frenchman's eyes up towards the sky. Or, more specifically the tower before him. Another ten feet were covered before something shifted. The energy from the tower was tangible, as Jacques stepped closer his wand started spinning almost manically, and the light hint of burnt wood touched the man's nose.

A hastened finalisation of the spell had the smell retract, and the Clement heir looked at the tower curiously.

"Jacques?"

The twenty three year old had gone silent as he took in the tower. He didn't need to know exactly what enchantments lay upon the building to know that the tower was not friendly to outsiders, the cindered end of his wand would attest to that much.

"She's not here..."

Almost on cue, Mimosa's face appeared at the window. Relief would have been the first urge if Jacques had known how to get the witch from the tower, but the prickling up the back of his neck told him that he couldn't relax. Not yet.

"I've found her." Jacques replied in that moment.

"Safe?"

The question from the Auror was all too desperate in that moment.

"Yes." Jacques replied. "Everyone get out, I'll follow shortly." Pressing the mute button upon the device, Jacques' eyes turned up towards the witch they'd come for. "Mimosa!" He called, catching her attention in that moment. "Can you come down?" He asked, but even before the negative came from the witch's lips, he'd known that the answer would be no. A small step forward brought the familiar repelling sensation that came with wards that carried blood magic. A magic that usually allowed him and his family safety, but today would likely do harm as an outsider.

"We need to get you home..." Jacques called, looking up briefly before his eyes scanned for answers once more. Answers that did not come...

Looking back up to the witch, the man paused as he considered for a moment.

"I need you to jump to me, mon choucou! A... really big jump!"

And forgive me, for what is going to come next... the man added, watching the child like a hawk.

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Subject: Re: We That Are Young (invite only) Tue May 04, 2021 4:44 pm

The past week and a half had been a blur for Mimosa Harrington. A blur she couldn't wake from or fall asleep in even when she tried.

The child's last clear memory was of leaving Hogwarts with her Jacques, not noticing anything odd about him as she cheerfully mapped out how the amended schedule would go. She remembered getting in the car and then... pain, pain so terrible her mind reused to bring it tot eh surface.

Had she screamed? She couldn't remember screaming but it was like her whole body was screaming. But she wasn't there for it. Her small mind was easily compromised as her body slumped with the curses pelted her way, not conscious enough to apply the only self defense she knew.

Mimosa may not ave remembered anything past leaving Hogwarts, but she did remember dreams.

Miss Azalea was in her dream, kind but scared, telling her everything would be okay. Mimosa tried to open her mouth, call for the only person who could make everything better. Jacques' name slipped noiselessly from her lips multiple times in between waking and sleeping but he didn't come, and the pain didn't go away.

Time passed in the same sleeping, waking blur. Sometimes Miss Azalea was there, sometimes she wasn't and it was all dark. Mimosa tried not to be scared of the dark, she wasn't a baby. But the tears sliding down her cheek spoke otherwise. In those dreams, she cried for anyone who would listen. Her Jacques, grandtmere, grandpere, Grandpa, Clara.

Elenore...

"Go home.." she managed weakly in one of ehr dreams and Miss Azalea was there again, reassuring her that she would soon be home. Dream Mimosa didn't believe her, she was in too much pain to believe anyone.

The next time the dream came, she was being moved.

"She's just a child," a frightened whisper made its way to her. "This isn't right."

"Do you want to be in her place?" another voice cautioned as a door opened somewhere and Mimosa was unceremoniously deposited into the dark again.

The platform she was put on began to rise, going up and up as Mimosa saw the ceiling grow nearer and nearer. She couldn't have moved even if she wanted to, her right hand was broken beyond repair, dislocated at the shoulder, cracked at the wrist and three fingers bent all the way backwards. The only reason she didn't pass out from the pain was that it was not new, she had been with it for over a week.

A violent cough rocked her body as the platform slid into place at the highest level, leaving her in the dark. The cough hurt, straining her already cracked ribs. Unable to lift her head to facilitate the notion, Mimosa felt the cough residue slide back down her face, it came away slightly too wet.

And slightly too red...

"Mon... Jacques.." she pleaded brokenly as she lay there, twitching still from the aftermath of the pain coursing through her body. She had been calling constantly for him for as long as the dream had lasted and he hadn't come.

But she knew he would.

There was no world, real or imagined, in which he would not come when she called.

He was just running a little late.

Feeling the red, wet stuff slide down her throat, Mimosa raised her head slightly, wondering if wiping it away withe her left hand was an option. Her unbroken hand twitched by her side, aching terribly but usable., Lifting it slowly, she wiped at her mouth, unsure if she had cleaned herself or made herself dirtier. It was too dark to see and she had lost feeling in most of her body.

Her gray eyes opened once again, though there was little point. Usually this place only held darkness. Except... Today there was a tiny square of light.

Mimosa blinked a few times, unsure if the square was real or a dream. In the end, it didn't matter because at least it was some form of light. The child rasped out another word, too soft to be heard but enough to remind her she still had some control over her faculties.

The next few minutes of her life were the hardest she ever had to endure.

Using her aching left hand, the young witch began to drag herself on the floor, most of the rest of her body a dead weight being supported by the spindly limb. Her right leg sported a sprained ankle but her knees helped in the effort, helping her slide across the tiny room to the square of light that promised... something. Maybe if she made it to the window, she would finally wake up?

It seemed like hours, days before she finally made the last crawl towards the promised light. Fortunately, it was surrounded by bars. Reaching one handed, Mimosa used the bar to drag herself up, supporting her weight gingerly on her hurt ankle. The pain was so intense, her eyes remained closed, unable to even see the milestone she had spent the last iotas of her strength trying to achieve.

And then she heard it.

"Mimosa!"

Her eyes flew open instantly at the sound, faraway as it was. Dreaming or awake, the young Slytherin would know that voice anywhere.

Gray eyes blearily scanned the light, panning down rods when all they saw was sky at first. It was difficult to focus but at last, she found it. A tiny pinprick running on the ground, a tiny pinprick calling out to her from a great distance.

"Can you come down?"

The young brunette tried to shake her head but it hrut too much. Part of her dislocated shoulder was affecting erh neck movements and even the mere act of breathing sometimes triggered fractured along her collarbone. She had to settle for mouthing the word "No" hoping he would read her lips because hearing her was impossible from this far away.

"I need you to jump to me, mon choucou! A... really big jump!"

Icy fear gripped her heart anew as her eyes darted up to the sky again. She was so much closer to it then he was. How could she jump? Even if she had the strength to spring to her feet, it would be like jumping off her broom mid game.

But this was different. Her Jacques hand't asked her to jump off her broom mid game.

If he was asking her to jump... then he would be there to catch her.

Summoning the last of her strength, Mimosa nodded to show she understood.

And then took a few brave, unsteady steps back from the window.

The platform she had been on was elevated to the right height, and the window was un-paned, un-grilled and unguarded, just big enough for what Jacques had told her to do.

The fourteen year old had been to enough Quidditch practices to know she needed a running start, she also knew one of her ankles was out of commission. Or almost out of commission...

Letting out a shriek, the child momentarily put weight on the hurt foot, using her other one to propel herself forwards. Another scream of agony erupted from her mouth as a miscalculated steer smashed her good elbow against one of the window frames.

Until she was flying.

She was falling and she was flying, and it didn't matter which force won out in the end.

Because she was going to her Jacques.

And he would make everything okay.

Her blue gray orbs closed to the world for the final time as she fell, her breathing slowing... petering out... until it stopped

And Mimosa Harrington lay broken, battered, un-breathing and limp.

In the arms of the man she always knew would come to get her.

Her Jacques.

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Subject: Re: We That Are Young (invite only) Wed May 12, 2021 6:32 pm

He'd known, of course, that the child would follow his instructions without a second thought. Mimosa had always been devoted to him in that way, anything he said seemed to gain a response and today was no different. Even though the witch hadn't spoken, the small signs of reply from the nod of her head had been enough to let the Frenchman know that she understood before she moved back from the window.

Jacques had readied himself for the next stage of the rescue mission, his eyes not faltering from the window.

The small frame of the child flew out of the window above only seconds later.

The small frame of the child that already looked out of shape before she came close to the man below.

In any other moment Jacques Clement might have seen that, but in the split second that Mimosa came from the window, he didn't have time to make that assessment. Instead, Jacques moved forward arms out to catch the witch, eyes not faltering in their goal as he finally caught the small weight of the witch and did his best to absorb the fall to not hurt the child.

The distinguished cracking of more than one bone told him that he hadn't made that possible at all.

No sound came from Mimosa's lips as they did.

"Mimosa?" Jacques spoke slightly breathily, the adrenaline running through his veins making his heart beat hard in his chest, and the catch of the small weight had been enough to knock his breath for a second.

No reply came from Mimosa.

Sinking down to the ground, Jacques laid the witch down very carefully, his fingers instinctively going to her pulse point at the top of Mimosa's neck.

"Non..." the man breathed, leaning down to her chest and looking up towards the witch's face.

Nothing.

"Non, Mimosa..."

Panic crossed the man's features as he looked at the lifeless features.

Panic that was quickly taken over by instinct.

The man's hands moved up to Mimosa's head, tilting her head up towards him as he brought his mouth down to hers. One hand moved to pinch the witch's nose before he blew firmly in to her mouth. Once. Twice. Thrice. A fourth and a firth time. Mimosa's chest lifted with the force of each breath, leaving the Frenchman to move away from her mouth and instead bring his hand to the witch's chest. The heel of the man's right hand pressed down on the chest in the manner he'd been taught in his Auror training.

Twenty quick compressions, and the man pressed his mouth to Mimosa's again, breathing deeply in to her mouth twice before he gave a quick pause.

Nothing.

The Frenchman went again.

"Come on, mon chouchou..." Jacques breathed, unaware of how much his voice cracked in that moment.

Unaware of the tears running down his cheek.

And completely oblivious to searing sores that were developing on his arms.

"Breathe..."

The man dipped his head back down to push another breath in to the witch's chest, and another.

The pause in which the man checked brought the faintest of rises in Mimosa's chest. Ever so slight, but there.

"Mimosa..." Jacques questioned, leaning down to listen for her breathing.

It was there... barely there...

"Papa?"

"I'm here."

"Mimosa's barely breathing."

Whether his father replied, Jacques would never be able to say. Instead he drew the small frame of Mimosa's up towards him, cradling her gently in to his side, before pulling out the portkey that would get them out of here. It was barely a few more seconds that passed before the device opened up, pulling the two of them from Wales and back to his father's study. The Clement heir was on his knees as they landed, cradling the witch beneath him. Laying her on the floor, Jacques checked her airways again, the gentle breathing was still present, but fading.

"It's okay, we're home, we're home." Jacques assured Mimosa, his hand moving towards his wand.

It was for caught though.

A strong arm from behind him pulled him backwards from Mimosa's body.

"Non, I have to hel-"

The doctors had already descended upon Mimosa's body, though, talking in tongues that were not distinguishable.

"She's in the best hands now." Louis Clement's voice was soft as he held his son back from interfering with Mimosa's treatment, completely opposite the strong arm holding his son up in that moment.

The medics worked quickly, escorting Mimosa from the room in what only felt like seconds after they landed. Almost all of them had left.

"Monsieur..."

Jacques' mind wouldn't remain on the words, only watching Mimosa leaving down the hall from his vantage point.

His mind had gone numb.

Louis was the one who managed to get his son sat down in the chair opposite his own. Jacques hadn't noticed anything, until the first piece of his shirt had been drawn away from his skin, eliciting excruciating pain through his body that brought him back to that moment, and not wondering what was going to happen to his chouchou.

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