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The sound of retching echoed through the silent room like some ill omen.
Petunia lay on the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
The frequent nausea.
The inexplicable exhaustion.
That persistent drowsiness that just wouldn’t quit.
With trembling hands, Petunia picked up the Pregnancy Test from the nightstand.
Those two vivid red lines hit like a pair of sharp blades driving straight into the heart.
Everything went blurry.
The whole world seemed to spin.
Those two red lines felt like they were mocking her, mocking her carelessness.
Something was wrong.
Hadn’t precautions been taken?!
Petunia mentally retraced every detail, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
The first Condom, Petunia had handled.
The next two, Snape had taken care of.
Had he not put it on properly?
Good God.
That was entirely possible.
Who knew whether wizards even used Condoms.
And even if they did, that hopeless virgin had certainly never used one before.
This was a disaster.
It was making Petunia distracted.
Ruth and Yvonne noticed something was off and began to grow suspicious.
One day, after Petunia’s shift ended, the two of them dragged Petunia to a Bar.
“Petunia, you…
you’re pregnant?!” Yvonne’s voice was pure shock, like something had knocked the air clean out.
The news was too sudden to process.
“Whose is it?” Ruth, on the other hand, was unusually excited.
“What am I supposed to do?” Petunia’s voice was full of regret and helplessness.
“Can you be certain who the father is?” Ruth pressed.
“I’m not you — of course I know.” Petunia found the question exasperating.
Petunia was not the type to wake up one morning lying next to a stranger.
“Hey, hey, hey.
No personal attacks.” Ruth grabbed Petunia by the shoulders and gave her a shake.
“Maybe you could talk it over with the father?” Yvonne rubbed her temples.
The headache felt like it was about to split her head open.
“Talking it over is out of the question.” Petunia gave up and reached for a wine glass.
Yvonne snatched it away immediately, then pushed her own glass and Ruth’s further down the table for good measure.
“Is the father seeing someone — a woman, or a man?
Or is he married?” If the father was single and the intimacy had been mutual, Ruth couldn’t make sense of Petunia’s resistance.
Petunia hesitated.
Snape shouldn’t have any of those situations, right?
Definitely not, not with those clumsy movements.
Even the simplest kiss had been awkward, something that had required actual instruction.
Someone like that couldn’t possibly have a partner.
“Could it be that your hunger was burning like a raging fire, impossible to bear, and you just took what you wanted without a second thought?!” Ruth abandoned her previous line of thinking.
Had that counted as taking by force?
Standing there in front of Ruth, Petunia’s heart hammered like a war drum, and an unnatural flush crept across her cheeks.
“Look at you!” Ruth was genuinely impressed.
“Let me think this through carefully.” Ruth reached out and reclaimed her wine glass.
She swirled the liquid slowly, letting the aroma spread, then tilted the rim and took a small sip.
“You only bought the Pregnancy Test after the early symptoms showed up.
So you were probably caught about one or two months ago.” “Over the past two months, there were a few days when your mood was noticeably off.
High spirits, flushed cheeks.” Ruth let a sly grin show.
“It happened on one of those days, didn’t it.” “Knowing you the way I do, you’re not the type to just fall into bed with a stranger.” Ruth’s tone was full of confidence, as if the whole picture were already clear.
“So it has to be someone you know — a familiar face, or at least someone you’ve met, even if not all that well.” “Mike?
Impossible.
That smile of his, you couldn’t stand it.
How could you ever choose him?
On both those dates, you described that permanent grin of his as the look of an idiot.
Pure torture, you said.” “What about Andy?
Probably not him either.
Andy only went on one date with you.
Not long after that, Andy got very cozy with a girl who looked like a living doll.
Obviously a Lolicon, whether Andy would even be interested in a grown woman is questionable.” Ruth seemed to have overestimated her own analytical ability.
Still hadn’t landed on a likely suspect.
Finally, Ruth gave up on solo theorizing and turned to look at Petunia.
“My dear Petunia.
Just tell me~” Ruth coaxed, wrapping both arms around Petunia’s arm.
The voice carried a note of playfulness and a touch of pleading.
If Petunia had been a man, there was a good chance the request would have been impossible to refuse.
Petunia shot a desperate look across the table at Yvonne.
Yvonne caught it and shook her head helplessly.
This standoff between Ruth and Petunia had been visible from a mile away, and Petunia was always going to lose eventually.
Yvonne sighed and stepped in.
“Alright, alright, Ruth.
Stop putting Petunia on the spot.
Petunia’s not a Lesbian, that routine of yours isn’t going to work on her.” The words had barely landed before Ruth’s eyes went wide with total indignation.
“That said, Petunia.” Yvonne’s expression was complicated.
“Beyond comfort and company, if you actually want us to help, we do need more information.” “It’s that person.” Petunia struggled with it for a moment, then decided to come out with it.
“The one who keeps showing up in my dreams.” Yvonne looked up, studying Petunia’s grave and conflicted expression, and felt a sudden inexplicable tension rise up inside.
“Who?” Trying to catch some clue in Petunia’s eyes.
“Oh~~~” Ruth’s eyes lit up, like something had just clicked.
Then, turning to Yvonne: “Right, that party.
You missed it because you had an evening class.” Ruth shifted closer and leaned in, lips near Yvonne’s ear, as if conducting a covert exchange of intelligence.
The whispering was deliberate.
Ruth was certain that if they spoke at normal volume, Petunia’s shy nature would go off like a lit firecracker.
Petunia’s breathing grew a little rapid.
Both hands twisted tightly together, as if trying to lock all that shyness and anxiety away in the palms.
Ruth’s voice was soft as thread, easily swept away by the faintest breeze, yet every word landed clearly in Yvonne’s ear.
Yvonne felt a sudden wave of dizziness, the whole world tilting.
Lily’s wedding?
A dashing rescue?
Knew each other as children?
One of Lily’s childhood companions?
Reading letters without permission?
Ruth’s account had obviously been embellished.
But Yvonne could still piece together who the child’s father must be.
Was this some kind of cosmic joke?
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