Dara, like most souls of a certain level of intelligence, had perhaps more than his fair share of curiosity. So when his girlfriend had started acting odd his brain had come up with a million and two reasons why that might have been, most of which had been more outlandish than the idea of a Haddock being nice or Gryffindor winning the Quidditch cup. Some however had carried perhaps more weight than he cared to admit. He was astute enough to realise that the supply of tampons that infuriatingly overflowed from Jade's bathroom cabinet had remained untouched for at least six weeks, and he was also not ignorant of the fact that Jade was a pureblood living in a time when the shit was liable to hit the fan any moment, if it hadn't already that was. Not that he particularly liked the implications of either choice, however as Pankhurst had been alive and well when he had fed her earlier he could not go for the Jade killing his cat option he had once considered a few days ago.

Shifting against the wall Dara moved to sit down, still holding Jade as his knees folded beneath him. With the solid ground beneath him everything seemed a little easier to deal with, even if it turned out that Jade was fretting over nothing.

"I won't hate you," He pressed a kiss to her hairline, hugging her closer as though to reassure her, "You nod when I get the right one yeah?" She didn't agree, however he continued anyway, giving Jade no time to escape or think up a suitable distraction. "You are pregnant? You were pregnant? You are seriously ill? You tried to murder my cat? A relative is dying? Your mother has found you a pureblood fiancé? You slept with someone who wasn't me? You found out Haddock gave you prolix? You accidentally blew up the oven again?"


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