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Brier and Lydia
The first time that Lydia Proudfoot set her sights on Brier, he was doomed. Sure, she'd brought Mark along for the first few times ... but eventually Lydia found herself paying him regular visits that ended in continually extending periods of cuddling.

That was until she'd found out that he had a kid. It wasn't as if he was a very good liar, but Lydia had never been very bright and she'd always been willing to ignore the glaringly obvious in favor of getting laid. When she'd apparated to his doorstep and he'd opened with a kid in his arms and a fluffy fucking blanket draped over his left shoulder, though, she couldn't deny things any longer. She'd almost been considering giving the little rugrat a chance until she'd leaned forward to kiss Brier soundly and found herself with a corset full of pablum-laden vomit.

So not on.

If Lydia had gotten her way, she'd never have seen Brier again. Fortunately for the couple, mother nature had other ideas - she found out a few weeks later that she was pregnant and she was relatively certain that it was Brier's. Knowing that being pregnant was going to greatly reduce the demand for her body in magazines (although she maintained that there was image-based porn for every body shape) and therefore her pocket book, Lydia showed up once more at Brier's doorstep to more or less announce that she was moving in.

She didn't tell him about the child until some time after that, but much to her surprise ... she found that she didn't so much mind having a house-husband who just happened to be a fantastic lay. Go figure.

After Janelle was born, Lydia made at least some effort to clean up her life. The little girl grew up with her mother's sense of fashion and her father's shyness, much to Lydia's chagrin - when she was sorted into Hufflepuff, neither of them were terribly surprised. She grew into a thin, beanpole of a girl that many a boy fostered a secret crush on, and Janelle repeatedly came up with excuses to turn them down until she was seventeen and perfectly capable of controlling her hormones, thank you very much. She had just wanted to prove to the rest of the world that she wasn't in fact an incorrigible hormonal mess like her mother had been at her age.

PB: Edyta Zajac