Her eyes widened and she turned to look at him. "Da, she's the one you went on dates with???" She was--well, she was floored. She was a very pretty woman and if she was force fed veritaserum, she would admit that, despite the stuttering and inability to hold a good conversation, she...almost liked the woman. But--she sighed a little.
"I'm sorry," she said softly. It wasn't fair to him, she was slowly realizing. It hurt her so much to see him moving on but--maybe it was time? She was almost out of the house, it wasn't as if whoever he dated (or even married if it got that far) was going to have any sort of legal custody of her. She was a legal witch now. But--it still hurt her to think about their family moving on, changing. Her Da was just that, hers. She hardly remembered her mum being around, and she was so used to it just being the two of them around that the thought of someone else was a double edged sword. It seemed so appealing, but at the same time she didn't think she was quite ready to see that happen.
"Do you think you're ever forget mum? I mean--even if you do end up with someone else and." she stopped herself from continuing the sentence. He knew where she was going with it, so there was no need to ramble endlessly on about it.
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