"Charlie, can I talk with you?" Kevin asked, standing in the door-way of the bedroom he shared with Bill, cradling her pregnant belly.
"Sure," the thirteen-year-old said flatly, not putting down the Quidditch magazine he was laying on his back and reading.
"It's kinda important, so it would be nice if you looked at me," she said and sat down beside him, only seeing the cover of the magazine and Adrian Lynch's face.
"Fine." He placed the magazine down on his stomach and glared at her. "What?"
"Are you angry or something?" She furrowed her brows, if he wasn't up to hearing any news she would wait with telling him.
"No," he lied and took a glance at the bulk containing Bill's child.
"Okay. I have something to tell you." She looked down at her hands. "I'm moving."
"Okay," he said and picked up the magazine again, finding the place he had been reading about Lynch's starting career.
"You're not more interested than that?" She was a little disappointed.
"Fine, where?" he asked harshly and looked at her face again, noticing she was sad.
"Romania," she said and he sat bolt upright.
"What!"
"It's not my choice," she told him. "I've gotten in some legal problems for trying to help a friend and the toad of a prosecutor made it personal. I have to or she'll find a reason to put me in jail."
"You can't just run away!" he shouted, ready to slap her, but contained himself.
"I'm not, they're transferring me from the Department," she told him and even a deaf person could have heard the sarcasm and anger.
"You can't! You have to find a way out of it!" He blinked several times and told himself he would at least not do something as stupid as cry.
"I've tried, but... They could send me to jail in the end." She wiped a tear from her cheek, just because she was a vampire and pregnant didn't mean Madam Umbridge had some reason to doubt her evidence of Sirius' innocence. "I'll still come and visit."
"That makes it all better," he said acidly and fell back on the mattress.
"I'm going to work with dragons," she tried feebly.
"Just get out," he said and turned his back to her.
"Okay," she said quietly and stood up. "I'll be downstairs if you want to talk more."
"Get out," he repeated and heard the door close a moment later. After all she had put him through, she now moved thousand of miles away to work with some bloody dragons just because she didn't have the backbone to stand up for herself!
Still, under all the anger he envied her, he would give a lot to work with the magnificent and terrifying creatures.