Who would have thought? [Chaennie]

Chapter 4

"Caught up with Bill after classes yesterday," Bambam commented, devouring an ice cream.

Bambam, Eunwoo and Jennie were once again killing time having ice cream at Florean's before Jennie had to meet Roseanne.

"Yeah?" Jennie had a feeling she wouldn't like what Bambam would say.

She had been laying low since her catch up with Roseanne. While she had felt a hell of a lot better after taking her frustrations out on Roseanne, she was feeling quite awful about it now.

"Roseanne is noooot happy with you, my friend," Bambam chuckled, leaning back dangerously in his chair.

"Yeah, I kind of lost it at her," Jennie said guiltily, rubbing the back of her neck, "I've just been so exhausted and she was being so rude..."

Eunwoo clucked his tongue in disapproval.

"Jennie, not a very good baby-daddy move," Eunwoo lectured, half-joking, half-serious.

Bambam leaned back further in his chair, giggling. He was balancing on the back legs of the chair, a leg against the table holding him in place.

"Hey, Eunwoo, d'you think Roseanne calls Jennie daddy?" Bambam joked, giggling further.

Jennie kicked his leg out from the table, causing Bambam to tumble backwards in his chair onto the ground. His ice cream capsized over him, splattering the front of his top.

"Jeez, Jennie, I was just kidding!" Bambam groaned.

"Yeah, well, get a better sense of humour," Jennie retorted, getting up from her seat, "I'll see you guys later."

She headed off, mildly amused that Eunwoo was laughing at Bambam's predicament instead of helping the redhead.

She walked down Diagon Alley, turning off and walking several more blocks. She guessed Roseanne must live quite centrally if her Healer was so close.

She was feeling even more dread than usual at meeting Roseanne. She wondered just how cold the part-Veela would be this time.

She had her answer as she arrived outside the Healer's offices. Roseanne was leaning against a wall, arms folded tightly across her chest. She was dressed casually, in a loose-knit sweater and tight blue jeans. White sneakers were on her feet.

Jennie realised with embarrassment that she was wearing the exact same outfit she had been wearing the last time she saw Roseanne, the black jeans and tee plus her leather jacket and Converse. She wondered if the fashionable Veela was silently judging her for this.

"You're late," Roseanne said, as Jennie got within earshot of her.

"I'm five minutes early for the appointment," Jennie scoffed.

"Which is five minutes late for meeting me before the appointment," Roseanne retorted, "Come on."

She went to walk ahead of Jennie, limping badly.

"Woah, woah, what happened?!" Jennie asked, grabbing Roseanne by the arm.

Roseanne was irritable.

"Just a stupid Quidditch injury. Probably a pulled muscle or something," Roseanne muttered, trying to push Jennie away.

"Quidditch?!" Jennie shrieked, "What on Earth are you doing playing Quidditch when you're pregnant?!"

"Barely pregnant," Roseanne retorted, trying to limp forward and wincing. She hissed at the pain.

"Merlin, Roseanne," Jennie was concerned, "I don't know how you made it here in one piece! Good thing we're seeing a Healer."

Jennie snaked her arm around Roseanne's petite waist, pulling one of Roseanne's arms around her neck. Roseanne made small noises of protest, but Jennie insisted on helping her in.