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His brow contorted, and Ollie fell silent so that he could properly take Nona in. She looked beautiful, she was always beautiful, even despite of the distinct filling of anger and despair in her eyes. Her smooth, clear skin appeared pulled across the frame of her face, and in a fleeting moment he felt compelled to cup her cheeks in his hands and hold her until the intensity of her being warmed him. But, he would not, could not, for his limbs felt too dejected to do much else than limber through their basic familiar motions.

How could this one witch have transfixed him so? For so long, it had been such a long time, during which they had been together for so little that it almost felt... his thoughts strayed for a moment, pondering what exactly being with Nona Pepper meant. It was a loose term, one he didn't think could be applied generally, but at the time, in the moment, had felt... right. It had felt that way, he had felt with her during their last year at school, even if there hadn't been much to be seen of them by others.

He wished, more than anything now, that she had told him. She should have told him, and he would have gone with her for it. Back then, he would have gone to start a new life with her. It would have been easy, there had been nothing tying him down to Great Britain then, and it would have been... he would have... Ollie closed his eyes tightly, the first time in many moments, he broke his gaze from Nona. Thinking of the potential, a life that could never be was moot. All there was was now, the ingredients for only one potion of the present before him. They were grim, messy, and riddled with emotion, but what they had nonetheless.

Ollie couldn't discern much, right now, in the moment, but he did know absolutely one thing. He was so in love with this girl before him, so incredibly so that he couldn't even find it within himself to be angry with her. Where anger should have been, misery, sadness, and an unknown longing filled to the brim. His thoughts grappled with if he even had the right to feel anything at all, as it was her body and something that he had done changed it, but in the end, this struggle always led back to one thought:

She should have told him.

How could she have...?

"You were pregnant." His voice was gutted, low, and mixed with muted confusion. "You went to Ethiopia to hide---" Ollie hesitated, finding his final two words difficult to push out. He could not say them, it was too difficult. Instead, his eyes dropped to the ground, forgetting everything around except for her, and their feet. "--- and you left me behind."