The important thing that he could see in this situation was that she was going to pass out or something like that, and when she gripped the doorframe he immediately started forward to help catch her in case she did fall down. He swallowed thickly and attempted to process what she'd said.
Pregnant. Well, at least his mother couldn't complain to him about not having any heirs, now -- it was just that the girl was a half-blood, that was all. Better than a mudblood at least.
He smoothed his fingers through his hair once before he tried to speak - and found his mouth opening much like a fish.
"Ah-whu--oh." And then, because it seemed like the thing to do, "We'll...figure something out." It really wouldn't be fair to abandon her while she was in this state.
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