How Did Millicent Continue To Explain How Long Have She Been Lucky?

Had she been lucky? Millicent did not yet understand how on earth this had happened, let alone how it could have got even worse. In her befuddlement, she had no other option but to listen to Sam as carefully as she could and agree with whatever he had to say. Some questions were better left unasked. She nodded; if he said she had been lucky, that was the case. If he said she should no longer take that potion, that was what she should try to do. Getting used to everyday life without that potion would take a lot of time and effort. People around her would probably wonder, some would even think she was unsuitable for the position of the Minister. But didn’t many of them already think that way? She had been taking the potion thinking that she would be able to run for the next elections too, but she could now see that her time was running up and she could no longer please everyone anyway.<p>
<b>“I know you’ve done everything you could”</b>, she acknowledged, her smile never fading away, <b>“thank you so much, Sam”</b>.<p>
Not from him, at least. There were, she imagined, a dozen of other people that had witnessed everything, Aurors and then Healers. If anyone founded out about her potion, she would have to deny it and say it was just another rumour – or say someone tried to poison her. She’d find a way. But she wouldn’t be able to deny the attack, not from the hospital. She couldn’t even get in touch with the people she had to; she had to accept she was weak and no longer in control of everything. Something she had forgotten ever since she began taking that