It wasn't strange for Trisha Ivanov to have run out of things to do, considering the fact that she was still working with her parents instead of having transferred to the Ministry. As a student, it would have been difficult anyway, so it made sense not to. But as a wife, she couldn't help but feel like Caspian was taking care of all the expenses and she was just sort of riding along on them. Even worse, she hadn't found it in her to admit any feelings stronger than deeply caring for him, which was very true. She did. But she couldn't say she loved him back considering everything that had happened and her general inability to share feelings with anyone outside of her family.
Though, as Adrienne had pointed out a while back, wasn't Caspian her family, too, now? He sort of had to be, at least until the law was repealed and things could change. If the law was ever repealed, anyway. Trisha hadn't really been counting on things to change after a year of the law being active and with no sign of it going away. So Trisha wasn't totally sure what her problem was regarding explaining things to Caspian. Maybe she just needed an excuse or a reason to say it. It wasn't like she didn't think she loved him. It was totally plausible. But she didn't know, and that was the real problem.
At least, she mused, her books kept her company while he was at St Mungo's for his internship. It was charming, really, his interest in medicine. Trisha felt a bit silly saying so, but it was true. It just made her laugh a little when he told her about his day and everything that had happened. Always pretty enthusiastic, that boy. Rather, that man. Her husband.
Closing the hardback in her hands with a snap, Trisha caught the time and noted that Caspian would be home any minute and she could ask about work. Maybe the more attentive she was, the more that he would see that she cared. In a strange way, they worked as a couple, even as those around them struggled or fell apart. But even as she considered this, the fireplace roared to life and a brunette came out, tripping a bit before righting herself and brushing off the dust.
"Adrienne?" Trisha asked, staring at her from her chair across the living room. Something was clearly wrong, as Adrienne's face was streaked with tears and her palm pressed against her stomach like it was churning. Brow creasing with worry, Trisha stood, set her book on the low table in the center of the room, and walked over to take Adrienne's bag from her. It was set on the floor so Trisha could take he girl's hand and lead her to the couch. "Addie, what's wrong?"
She couldn't recall the last time she had seen the Ravdnclaw cry, regardless of exhaustion or boys or anything at all. Adrienne was the stronger of the two girls, and Trisha was suddenly grasping at anything she could to help. Had she been seventeen and allowed to use magic outside of school, she would have set tea on from her spot on the couch, but instead she just ran a hand up and down Adrienne's back.
After a few moments, Adrienne collected herself enough to explain what had happened, and finished her story just as Trisha heard the tell-take signs of Caspian coming home. "Don't worry about it, Adds. We've got a spare room, and I'm sure Caspian won't mind helping you. I'll write Robin and Avery tonight and see if they can get in touch with her. Okay?"