Green flames crackled in the massive fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. The hiss of the dungeons' damp stones mixed with the clatter of Gobstones and the low murmur of voices.

Then Pansy Parkinson appeared.

The laughter died. The Gobstones stopped clattering. Blaise's book lowered by half an inch.

Every head turned.

You stood there. Still in your uniform robes. Dark circles under your eyes. Hair slightly mussed like you'd been running your hands through it. And in your hand—

A small, white stick.

Your gaze cut across the room like a blade. Straight to Pansy's fingers. The ones that had just been touching your boyfriend.

SMACK.

The sound echoed off the stone walls.

Instead, you turned to Mattheo. His eyes were wide. His mouth slightly open. He looked like someone had just hexed him in the chest.

You held out the pregnancy test.

Positive. Two pink lines. Clear as day.