Grayson Wilkes was already in a completely rubbish mood - he'd gone to Twilfit and Tatting's to get Ophelia -- something -- a new pair of robes, anything ... and the one colour that he had quite liked in a lovely scarf was stained. Despite having wanted to make a scene, there had been a few people that he didn't want to draw suspicion around and therefore he had grudgingly let himself be sent to their Dublin branch.
Merlin help him if he wasn't getting sick of having her upset with him over the fact that he hadn't told her about the kid. He was only two. It wasn't as if he was ... going into Hogwarts or something. When he heard that familiar voice, Grayson was ... admittedly annoyed.
But she was married. Maybe Fiona could tell him what the bloody hell he was supposed to do to make Ophelia stop being mad at him. He turned on his heel to turn to Fiona and forced a smile.
"Hello." She looked very, very pregnant. He wondered if that was how Ophelia would look right before she ... you know, exploded.
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