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The Storm
Ginny W. & Lily Evans P. & Luna L. & Rose W. - Words: 1,580 - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: 5 - Updated: 13-02-2018 - Published: 13-02-2018 - by LesbianLuna (FFN)

Prompt - "Don't worry about it"

"I'm so sorry."

Lorcan stares at what remains of the Blibbering Humdinger egg, the only one known to be in existence, the one he spent seven years looking for and finally found after four near-death experiences and three weeks searching a complex system of cave tunnels in Russia. There are three shards big enough to be recognisable, the rest is dust.

"Don't worry about it," he says numbly.

Rose wrings her hands. "I'm really, really sorry."

"It's fine."

He bends down, intending to gather the biggest pieces and leave the rest to sweep up later, but he can't bring himself to. He swallows and stands up again.

"It's fine. It's just an egg."

Rose tentatively reaches out, touching her fingertips to his wrist. "I'll… I'll go to Russia and get you a new one," she says weakly.

"They don't come in clutches."

She drops her hand, but he catches it before it can fall, making himself look her in the face. She's pale and her eyes are round as coins, desperately guilty.

"What were you doing?" he asks, biting down on the anger rising inside him.

"I was trying to clear some space so I can look at this room properly."

It's his office, the only spare room in the house, and filled with various samples from his trips and his mother's trips before his.


"I needed to see if it was big enough."

"Big enough for what?"

She hesitates. "I didn't want to tell you like this. But, well, maybe it'll cheer you up. I'm pregnant. I wanted to see if the room was big enough for a nursery."

It takes him a moment to comprehend. Then all thoughts of eggs and Blibbering Humdingers are wiped away by the warm tide of feeling washing over him. A grin stretches his face, identical to one Rose is now sporting. He steps forward towards her, and there's a loud crack that makes him jump away again.

One of the remaining pieces of egg is gone, crushed beneath his shoe. Rose's hands are pressed over her mouth and she looks like she's trying not to laugh.

"I don't even care," he says, stepping over the rest of it and pulling her into a hug. "Who cares about Blibbering babies when we've got one of our own."

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