Okay, so if Sam hadn't already been wary of whatever his sister wanted to tell him by her journal entry and the insisting to see him, the hug had him scared. Really scared. His twin sister, while a smart woman, did not always do things that portrayed that part of her, and he had a terrible, nagging feeling that whatever she had done that she wanted to talk to him about was going to be one of the worst yet.
He and Ally had already sat around for a good hour before he got there and debated about what it could be, and a terrified Sam was banking on 'pregnant'. Not that he wanted to think that way about his sister, but well, she was dating a Quidditch player, one who was (or at least used to be?--no one really knew) friends with Finn McLaggen, who was definitely not the best role model ever for how to do things right with your girlfriend, and---oy, okay, he needed to stop his mind before it went any further down that track, because he was going to drive himself mad.
But Merlin, he didn't think he was ready to be an uncle. Roger didn't need a cousin yet, as far as Sam was concerned.
Letting Savannah go, he promptly stuffed his hands in his pockets and caught her gaze, his expression no-nonsense. "Alright, what is it?"
Hell, why had he asked? He wasn't ready to know, he was sure.
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