"This- this is all your fault." A mentally ill, injured person did not pair well with a hormonal pregnant one. "My fault? It's you who's been paranoid all week. Don't even get me started on the number of times I've had to remind you I'm not a spy!" Both now had tempers and it spread like wildfire. They may as well have not been living under the same roof. All the chemistry from before was now gone, acid leaking from a wrongly mixed potion. "You've gotten so hot headed since you came back from Hospital, and it was ONE attack. You're an Auror, I would've expected you to handle it better." Alastor laughed, but the sarcasm in his tone was clear as glass. "Minnie, if you didn't notice, it's not everyday I'm down a leg because some stupid teenager attacked me." He had a point. "Where's the man I loved?"
"He's clearly not here." Minerva scoffed. "What do you expect me to tell our children when they ask where their father is?"
