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IT'S NOVEMBER 25th 1979, VéLa bloody scream. Her hair was messy as ever, her eyebags were darker, her eyes were bloodshot red. Screaming on top of her lungs, she didn't mind her pureblood etiquette, she scream un-lady like
The halls were worried about the woman, hearing her bloody scream
"Gurl are you good-"
"She's in labor, you idiot"
"WHAT? SINCE WHEN SHE'S PREGGO?!"
"REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK GET YOUR ASS UP HERE, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PUT ME IN THIS PAIN YOU FUCKER. UGH, I WILL NEVER HAVE SEX WITH YOU AGAIN, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. GET YOUR ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW BLACK, BEFORE I DRAG YOUR ASS UP HERE MYSELF. YOU AIN'T MY HUSBAND FOR NOTHING. COME HERE, YOU COWARD" screamed Véla
"you're dead mate" whispered Evan, making Regulus shivered
"who even wants to date a meat?" asked Barty dumbly, making them snicker
