It was inevitable that the conversation would steer this way. Ambrosia was not a simpleton but she did come around to prodding at the subject faster than Adrienne would have liked. Adrienne pursed her lips first before she took her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled at it. She’d hoped that it would stop at the suggestion of her seeing a proper healer, but no; Ambrosia pressed onwards.

It was then that the young witch averted her gaze, knowing the flushed color in her cheeks would betray her outright. Being in the family way was entirely expected of her. Knowing what happened between a man and a woman was not a surprise to her. And yet she felt this intense desire to delay acknowledging the real reason she was feeling so dreadful until the last possible moment. “I’ve written to some healers around Hogsmeade,” she supplied vaguely. “I’m waiting to hear back from a few of them, I shouldn’t like to make any assumptions about my health. I wouldn’t want to worry anyone.” There was also the unspoken fact that she’d wanted to tell her father first; knowing the tendency of him and his wife throwing verbal barbs at each other, Adrienne had hoped she would have more time.

After a breath, she met the older woman’s gaze steadily. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

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