Hello readers!
Don't forget to ask any questions about any of my original characters so I can write the answers into my story. Thanks to my reviewers you make updating this story worth doing! So anyways here is where I finally introduce you to Keisha, one of the many Weasley grandchilredn. And also Luna and George's daughter.
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Chapter Six: A Baby
Clovis' POV
I sat down in the common room with my best friend Keisha looking at the letter the Cullen's owl and just dropped off.
"You have to look eventually." Keisha prodded using her ring clad fingers to push the letter towards me. I looked at it for a few seconds before pushing it back towards her,
"I can't do it. You look for me Keisha." She rolled her eyes pushing it back,
"You're the one who is going to be the Daddy here Vice. You have to look." I groaned picking up the letter opening it. This letter would tell me the results of Manda's pregnancy test. I looked down scanning the letter for the words I needed to hear to make sure Manda and her family would be okay. I saw those four little words that would make everything better; I saw the words 'We're having a baby.' I sighed relieved rubbing my face into my hands, running my fingers through my thick black curls,
"She's pregnant." I told Keisha looking up; she was smiling broadly before launching herself across the table at me,
"Vice this is great, let Manda know I've officially called dibs on god-mother hood." She told me hugging me tight. I laughed hugging me tight. I know Sean sometimes wondered why I imprinted on Manda rather than Keisha but I know why it had been Manda,
Manda unlike Keisha was very calm and reserved; she'd be a good wife and mother. She completes me. Keisha is just my best friend, kind of like a sister to me. She reminds me to be fun and to be sixteen.
"Alright you can be god mother. I'll let Manda know." I told her hugging her tight. She sat herself on my lap puffing her cheeks out at me,
"So I have a secret." She announced fingering one of the feathers she always wore woven into her wavy blonde locks, something she did only when she's nervous
"You have kept a secret from me, I'm hurt!" I exclaimed placing a hand over my heart dramatically, she giggled,
"Well it isn't a big one, and I've only had it for about three hours and counting." I raised an eyebrow at her giving her the look, "Shut up, seriously. It isn't a big deal." I looked at her still giving her the look.
"And yet it's a secret." She sighed fingering the feather biting her pink lip,
"I have a boyfriend, but he's Slytherin, and you know how my family is." I nodded knowing she was right, the Weasley's were in fact crazy. I'd seen Apolline give Sean a hell of a black-eye.
"Okay, you're secret's safe with me. So who is this Slytherin you're dating?" I asked pinching her bottom, she squealed jumping into the air,
"Henry Zambini." I found myself laughing hysterically almost dumping Keisha onto the floor,
"You're dating that poofter?" I choked out in the midst of laughter; I started laughing even harder when she punched me in the arm,
"He isn't gay. And at least I'm not having a baby." Keisha started laughing to at the point and laughed with me until neither of us could breathe. I landed on the floor next to her smiling like a mad hatter,
"What do you think you're grandma Molly is going to say?" I asked, I knew she wasn't a fan of her grandma Molly, she felt like she was under too much pressure to be like one of her older cousins. Minnie worked in the Joke shop with their dad, Victoire had a job as a fashion designer, Dominique is apprenticing at Beauxbatons to become a Potions mistress, Helen works at the Ministry, and Beauty is currently being kept by some rich aristocrat pureblood man. Then there is Apolline and Celena who would go on to do great things in their own time.
"I think my Grandma Molly can suck it. I like Henry and we understand each other." I smiled at her hugging her,
"I am happy for you, you know that right?" She smiled and nodded, "And I'm sure she loves you being the loveable fuck up that you are and all." She punched me in the shoulder.
"Shut up, my parents support me, and they are the only ones who matter." I was glad for her that she had her parents who were willing to love and support her in whatever she chooses to do.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked looking over at her, her hair was sprawled around her like an angels halo would be. She looked up at the ceiling her hands resting on her stomach peacefully,
"Fly." She states simply
