But Calista, how? You’re going to… grow. Swell. Be cranky.
No, you great, bleeding idiot. No one is going to hear about you a-and me. Us. None of it, alright? Besides, what happened only happened once. Thomas and I— well— it’s been far more than just once with him, so it’s nearly impossible that you— that you’d be— bloody hell.
It’s Mophead’s. It must be. Surely the little monster is his. Don’t fret, Calista. I’ve seen your boyfriend with children in Hogsmeade. He loves the tiny things. Thinks they’re the greatest, seems to me. You two make a lovely start to a family.
You’re… you’re… you’re… p-p-p…
-wipes her face- I-It d-doesn’t matter, alright? No one is going to hear about this, you g-got that?
But Calista, how? You’re going to… grow. Swell. Be cranky.
Calista, he needn’t know if we did. I swear, I shan’t tell a soul. It was once, one time, there’s nothing… he… -pales- Did you mention you’ve been ill as of late?
-starts crying earnestly- You great, bloody prat. I swear, if this baby is yours, I’ll—I’ll… -punches his arm-
You’re… you’re… you’re… p-p-p…
good
No. No, there was… black and yellow all around. The dorm we woke up in. It was there.
-starts to tear up- I wouldn’t let myself— Oh, Merlin. What have I done?
Calista, he needn’t know if we did. I swear, I shan’t tell a soul. It was once, one time, there’s nothing… he… -pales- Did you mention you’ve been ill as of late?
-looks at his hands- Well, I- I think I remember- well, your skin, definitely- and some sort of promise- a pact, really- never to speak of what we… were about to do.
-pales- Wh-What? What did we do?! No… No you must be remembering the dancing bit. That was a dodgy dance club we were in. I’m sure we promised to never speak of going there. That must’ve been it.
No. No, there was… black and yellow all around. The dorm we woke up in. It was there.
-swallows- Have you… have you worked out what happened yet?
Merlin, I was hoping you had. I—I need to know— It is imperative that you tell me whatever you remember.
-looks at his hands- Well, I- I think I remember- well, your skin, definitely- and some sort of promise- a pact, really- never to speak of what we… were about to do.
