Nothing more was printed in the Prophet about either Oliver or Marcus. It seemed their suspect romance was no longer news worthy. This however did nothing to stop Kristina speculating on the nature of the two men's relationship.
"But they could be, couldn't they?" she asked.
The group of friends, finally learning of Ayla's 'delicate situation' as Sarah had called it, had rallied round. All were more than prepared to verbally bash men. But Kristina was taking it to a whole different level.
"I don't know Kris. I mean they hated each other in school. I don't see how they could go from that to being together." Penny said reasonably.
"Oh come on!" Terri cried. She was on Kristina's side this time. "What was it that guy wrote. You know, the muggle…Shakespeare! 'My only love sprang from my only hate', or something like that."
"And what exactly does that prove?"
"It doesn't prove anything Lenny. I'm just saying we might not think that it's likely but these things do happen."
"When?" Chloe asked. "When do these things happen?"
"I don't know, but they do."
"Name one person you know that this happened to." Sarah dared Terri.
"Well, uh, Kris and Drew!"
"Uh, no." Kris replied.
"What do you mean no?"
"Well Ter' I didn't hate Drew when I first met him. Now however, well that's not the point. Besides I thought we were talking about two guys getting together. Last time I checked I wasn't a guy."
"Oh fine. I don't know anyone it's happened to. But it does happen!"
"Ok. So Ayla, how do you feel about Wood and Kate getting hitched?" Scarlet asked.
"Scarlet you can't ask her that!" Sarah cried.
"No it's fine. I mean it's weird and I really don't understand it," she stopped, giving Sarah a significant look.
The two had come to an agreement not to tell anyone else about Adam's little revelation. Both knew there was nothing they could do to prove it. There were often sensational stories in Witch Weekly about wizards, particularly Quidditch playing wizards, using love potions to lure witches away from their loving husbands. Who would they tell? Who would honestly believe them? It was best to say nothing at the moment, no matter how much it annoyed Ayla to admit it.
"Nah me neither. I didn't think he knew your cousin. And he's just nuts for all I can see. Why pick her over you?" Lenny asked.
There was a chorus of "yeahs", which made Ayla smile. It was good to know her friends would stand by her. They all knew about her pregnancy now, there was no point in not telling them. Ayla had a sneaking suspicion however that Sarah had made them all swear not to ask about the father though. For which she was insanely grateful. Whenever the girls got close to speaking about the subject, Kris and Sarah would quickly change the topic. They all knew that Ayla couldn't lie, so it was best to avoid the subject completely.
"You scared love?" Penny asked, reaching for Ayla's hand.
"A bit. But I've got Sarah and Kris looking after me all day long, so it's not too bad."
"We'll all help out." Chloe chimed, giving each girl in the room a look that dared them to say otherwise.
"Yeah, only no nappy changing for me," Lenny said. "Sorry and all but I don't think I could really stand it."
"Ah there's no need to worry about that. I've been training Ayla up. She's a pro." Sarah said beaming at her friend.
"Oh I hope you have a little girl like Sarah" then we can dress them alike and do their hair the same." Scarlet said smiling.
"Have you thought about what you want?"
"No, not really."
"So you don't know yet?" Lenny said, looking disappointed.
"Nope."
"But I'm taking her to Saint Mungo's for a check up tomorrow." Sarah said.
"You are?" Ayla asked.
"Yeah, gotta make sure your little bundle of joy's doing ok."
"Oh."
"Does that mean we'll know what the baby is then?" Lenny asked, she began jumping up and down in excitement.
"Possibly. We can ask. But it's really up to Ayla."
"Do you want to know what it is?" Chloe asked.
"Uh, I dunno. I'm not sure. It would be nice to know I guess. But then it'd be a nice surprise too."
"You knew didn't you Sarah?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to know. Like really, really wanted to know, I couldn't wait."
"Think you can wait Ayl'?"
"Not sure really. I mean I can find out at anytime right? I don't think I'll ask tomorrow. Just knowing it's ok is enough for now."
"But you can't keep calling your baby 'it'." Kris said.
"I know but I don't think I'm ready to know yet."
"Whatever you decide is fine by us," Penny said. "Come on you lot, let's leave the mummy to get some rest."
The girls left, bidding each other goodnight and take care. Ayla and Kristina crashed on to the sofa, after securing the house for the night.
"So you gonna see Wonky again?"
"Wonky?"
"Flint you idiot."
"Oh right. I don't know, I doubt it. I mean I'm not planning on it anyway."
"But you never know."
"True."
"And if you do see him…"
"I'm not asking him if he's gay!"
Kris sighed.
"I'm not!"
"Ok, ok. He's alright though right?"
"Who, Flint?"
"Yeah. I mean sure we don't know a lot about him. But he seems genuine enough. And he hasn't tried it on with you."
"I guess."
"Yet."
"Oh shut up!"
"All I'm saying is the baby's gonna need a positive male role model."
"And you think it should be Flint?"
"Why not?"
"He was a Slytherin remember? You aren't put in that house without reason."
"Oh Ayla grow up! Just 'cos' he has certain characteristics that Slytherin favours, it doesn't make him all bad."
"I'm not saying he's all bad. We just don't know him."
"We know he's not a Death Eater."
"We do?"
"Yes! Use your head. Summer Quidditch robes have shorter sleeves. We'd have seenthe Dark Markby now."
"He could cover it up."
"With make up! He's a big, gay, make up wearing Death Eater. Maybe you shouldn't get involved with him."
"You really are nuts you know."
"I know."
Ok just to let you know I have nothing agaisnt gay people, this was just a stupid conversation that popped in to my head. Kind of like drunken rambling without the alcohol. It's not intended to offend in anyway.
Oh and the reason for so many posts: football. I'm not interested in it. In any way. But it's everywhere. On my tv., in my house, my friends keep talking about it to me (despite that I tell them I'm not interested). Everywhere! So I've been locking myself away in my room to write. And I'm about two or three chapters away from the end. That's how much I don't like football. This isn't me trying to rush this to the end, trust me. I'm that desperate too keep going that I'm debating a sequel. But this is all I have to keep me sane at the moment. All I'm doing is reading, writing (a lot) and going to work. I'm not football crazy, but it is driving me mad!
