Hey, she was 21 weeks pregnant! She was allowed to be teary and the antithesis of what a Gryffindor should be. Besides, she'd been trying that route for the past few weeks; it wasn't working anymore.
She looked up at him, rubbing furiously at his eyes. Didn't he know when to leave things well alo--oh. "So." She let out a frustrated sigh, staring back at her feet. "What do we do, then?" She wasn't sure where he was going with things and refused to assume anything. Was he--she couldn't bring her eyes back up, honestly.
Urgh, her stomach was twisting again from nerves and the baby was having a field day with the sugary drink she'd downed earlier; urgh, did he have to pick the most inopportune moments to do this to her? Honestly? This was not a happy combination.
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