Nick let out a huffing breath through his nose and looking to his wife. "Well, if we don't prove it ..." Ah, Merlin. His employer had told him that he was just fine, but that was when he was a pureblood and they didn't have much money to spare at his level of things, "...then I'll be out of a job."
Which was damned frustrating. He stepped over to where Madeleine was pacing, though, and slipped a hand to her shoulder. "But that's not going to happen, Del. I mean ... we've got records for at least ten generations that documents we're pureblooded." Yes, he was still going to be glossing over the details for now.
Of course, their children wouldn't be considered pureblooded. That opened a whole can of worms for him, but he was sure the Wizarding World would gain back their sanity before they had to worry about things changing for the kids.
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