week e n d |Ella|

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"I'm calling it quits after this one," said Ella, she knew all too well that she couldn't handle much more than a glass or two of anything alcoholic. It tended to make her feel sick, and after two that evening she might have problems walking straight. And she would probably wake up with a headache the next day, even if she wasn't going to get completely drunk.

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"Alright," Devon replied, reassured that his wife was still thinking clearly enough to not want to drink more than two glasses of firewhiskey. While Ella was stressed, at least she was still rational about things. Devon loved her for that. He took another sip of his drink and squeezed his wife's hand again, this time bringing a smile to his face.

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Ella smiled a bit, she knew that her husband worried about her, probably more than what he needed to, but she loved that he cared for her that way- while still being relaxed enough to allow her the independence of teaching at a boarding school. Ella briefly wondered when her sister would be returning, they weren't allowed to exchange letters, for fear of giving up the location of their safehouse, so she was in the dark about it. Ella made a mental note to corner Liam about it later. Ella took a long sip of firewhiskey, still instinctively shuddering as it burned its way down her throat.