Oh, like he really wanted to have that conversation with his kid sister. What was he supposed to think, Miss It's-for-personal-reasons, huh??? She was just lucky he hadn't apparated until he found that bloody boyfriend of hers and taught him a thing or two about respecting a girl and--well, no matter. It was a moot point.
Moses sighed, leaning his forehead on the wall Miranda had previously been leaning against. "Sorry, D. I just--assumed the worst." So if she wasn't pregnant, what was the big deal? It couldn't be something horrible could it? "Have you suddenly developed a hatred for your favorite team or something? Or are you protesting the game on account of some teams' chauvinistic ways? I just--you can't just. That's a chance to play professional Quidditch, Miranda. If there's something that's holding you back that much, it can't be good." That was the fact of the matter in Moses' eyes. Something big was up. Something that was beyond his control and he didn't like being unable to play the protective big brother.
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