Whitney Writes…

“Whatever are you going to do, Able?” Enid asked, her eyes wide in alarm. “How do we even recover from something like this? Has she outed the community… globally?”

“Not yet,” Cirice answered, “but the publisher made it sound like there are events outside England in future books.”

“I don’t know what we’re going to do yet, Enid,” Able said tiredly. “This has never happened before, there isn’t exactly a playbook to follow for this.” Her mother began to protest, but her father cut her off. “Of course there is a protocol for when a memory charm wears off, or in this case, never takes in the first place, of a muggle – “

“Daddy, please,” Cirice said exasperatedly.

” – but in this case, where said woman,” he made purposeful eye contact with his daughter, “has told every person she’s come into contact with it seems… I have no idea what to do.” He sighed wearily, “I have a meeting at Buckingham Palace tomorrow to speak with the Prime Minister and the Queen about it. But I don’t think there is much to be done at this point. It’s too big of a story to cover up, we can’t just sweep this under the rug.”

Inktober 2025, Prompt #10: SWEEP🧡🖤👻🎃