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Any and all correspondence with one Cygnus P. Black had come to an abrupt end shortly after the arrival of Cygnus' last owl. Gaultier no longer wished to hear any news in regards to the family he now swore were lower than scum, and Sabine quickly learned to avoid any sort of topic that might turn into a confrontation.

Though Gaultier's anger subsided in the weeks that followed, his focus on his work wavered much more than he would have later liked to admit. And instead of spending hours in front of a desk wrapping up paperwork that desperately needed signed did he seek out his wife -- the ultimate distraction.

Sabine kept him entertained enough, much more than Cygnus had in the previous weeks, and it came as no surprise to either of them when they later learned of her pregnancy. Ecstatic wasn't quite the word Gaultier would have used to describe how he felt on the topic, but it was close enough for him not to care: a son was on the way.

A celebration was needed, and using the guise of a late New Years party, were the invitations quickly dispersed. Sabine was showing by now, and Gaultier was thrilled with the prospect of spreading the important news. Subtly, of course.