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Violet knew that compared to those young enough to actually be paired, like the male sitting infront of her, her situation wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t like she had to marry someone she barely knew. It wasn’t like she had to have a child with someone she barely knew. Nevertheless, the idea of being a surrogate wasn’t something she was looking forward too. She had a child once and now he was gone. She did not wish to have another child, even if it was for another couple. Being pregnant would bring back too many barely forgotten feelings, bring back too much barely hidden pain. Didn’t the Ministry know that? Of course they did, but they couldn’t make exceptions, she knew that. Even if Shaklebolt had seen first hand what losing her child had done to her. Now she was going to have another one, another one that she would give up.
“That is true. By that point, I’d suppose you’d be ready.” Violet knew quite well that Sebastien didn’t feel ready to have children, let alone grow up enough to have children. She could easily relate to that feeling, of not being ready. She put her knife and fork down, leaning back into her chair. The house was as familiar to her as anything, having spent many nights here through out the years. It was like the couple didn’t want Violet alone, much like Stella’s family. It was nice, she supposed, that people cared enough.
“Now what do you mean by that?” Violet asked, raising a brow. “Yes, I was.” She was barely able to keep the amusement from her tone despite the situation. “Nothing horrible. She’s most likely quite smart, either academic wise or creative wise. Most likely somewhat stubborn. Although I can’t be sure, it’s not like all of us Ravenclaws are the same.” She ended her words with another raised brow, laughter in her tone. “She’ll be lovely, I’m sure of it. Tell me this girl’s name, I might possibly know her and can maybe give you some more insight.”
nothing horrible. perhaps that would be enough for now, if considering his pair is better than other halfbloods or muggleborns were getting. one of the things that was complaint the most over this law was exactly that: how the ministry was making all of this about blood, after a war that was basically about that as well. whenever this was the case, all he had to do was to take a look at his parents: the couple was the ideal type of what this law wanted to do. his father, he had heard, used to be like those who felt at least a bit superior for being a pureblood when he was younger; right now, however, he can’t see anything but a man who definitely loves his wife, his muggleborn wife.
his pair was a pureblood, but that was the last thing either of them seemed worried to talk about in their first meeting (or reunion). he notices she is (or looks) a lot like the basics to be a ravenclaw. even though each person is different from the other, he knows each of the hogwarts houses stands for something (like in other wizarding schools), but he never learned it as deeply as he’d starting to do since he moved to britain. “she seems a lot like all of that, actually,” he doesn’t help in observing, raising an eyebrow as he picks the napkin. “i can’t say she isn’t nice because... i think she is? but our situation is a bit awkward, we already knew each other... a bit,” he comments, slightly embarrassed.
but sebastien is a child and, much like a child, he feels easily content with someone as long as the person is not too rude or feels annoyed by him—well, ok, perhaps his pair probably felt annoyed on their last meeting, before knowing they were to get married, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel uncomfortable with her (though enough for her to feel uncomfortable with him, he supposes). “her name is gabriela watson-flores. the surname is not completely strange to me... but... what are the odds of her being the daughter of that brazilian magizoologist?” he finally says, bitting his lower lip as he looks at violet across the table, raising an eyebrow. “if you know her, i would love to know more... that’s not cheating, right? to try to get information from our pair?” he wonders out-loud.
