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“Stop being sentimental Arya,” James hissed. “Or you can’t sit with us anymore.”
“Sirius- We’re in a broom closet. Why are we in a broom closet?”
“There’s more to me than my looks you know.” Sirius pretended to be offended for only a moment before chuckling.
“Let me walk you to Potions,” Remus insisted, scooting in next to Arya at the Gryffindor table.
“Lily, Madame Pomfrey told me…” Arya breathed in a rattling breath. “...She told me I’m pregnant. And I don’t know what to do.”
And that was that.
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