Archie smiled sheepishly and nodded. His father's muggle heritage didn't often come up in conversation, nor did he see a reason for it to. He'd always heard that his muggle relatives were a boring bunch, which was one of the many reasons why the Diggory children had never met their grandparents at an age they could remember.
"But what if we are?" he asked, unable to rid the worry from his mind. He really hated drama, especially if it would follow him home from school. What would his father think? Would he be upset? Confused? Guilt-ridden.
He didn't want to imagine it, he thought with a shudder.
"Maybe he won't even think of it. I mean, obviously not everyone in the world with the same surname is related." Still, the what if continued to linger in his head as he turned towards Sunday. It was impossible to rid of the bothered expression on his face, but he hoped that a nice supper would soothe the butterflies in his stomach. He snatched a muffin off Sunday's plate with a mischievous smile and popped it into his mouth unapologetically.
"But what if we are?" he asked, unable to rid the worry from his mind. He really hated drama, especially if it would follow him home from school. What would his father think? Would he be upset? Confused? Guilt-ridden.
He didn't want to imagine it, he thought with a shudder.
"Maybe he won't even think of it. I mean, obviously not everyone in the world with the same surname is related." Still, the what if continued to linger in his head as he turned towards Sunday. It was impossible to rid of the bothered expression on his face, but he hoped that a nice supper would soothe the butterflies in his stomach. He snatched a muffin off Sunday's plate with a mischievous smile and popped it into his mouth unapologetically.