Less than a week had passed since Roxanne’s unexpected return but her Grandmother had already demanded her presence at a family dinner. There were several things she had learned growing up, one of them was that denying Molly Weasley’s requests to come over was essentially not an option. So she found herself stuffed into The Burrow avoiding questions and trying to retreat to isolated corners. There was, however, one member of the Weasley clan she wanted to see and when she spotted Lucy getting a drink in the kitchen she made her move. “Hey Luce. How’re you?”

“This isn’t about love or me being happy. It’s about what’s best for this kid.” Her hand came to rest on her stomach. “I’m raising him or her here, with our family and a room she can call her own. And Lys- I can’t give him that choice because no matter what he’s gonna be in a shit position.”