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[alt_charlie]

You know, I realised today while we were all at Grimmauld -- we're halfway through this! Barring disaster -- touch wood -- it's four more months to go until we get to meet the Bap. I can't wait to tell him everything I've been saving up. (Yes, this week I'm convinced he's a he. Told you.)

And then I thought, you know, you and I haven't talked about whether or not you want me at St M's when it's time, and I was going to ask, only when I thought of it you looked like you were having a good old time of it with Frank. Who I think knows -- at least, I think I remember telling Alice it was all right if she told him, but that whole day or so between Dumbledore talking to us and Beltane is still a bit of a blur -- but I didn't want to interrupt, and then you were having that talk with Jeremy, and -- well, anyway.

It's up to you, either way. I'd like to be there if it's possible, but I can think of half a dozen ways, easy, that it could cause trouble with our various cover stories. Especially if the poor kid winds up looking like a Weasley right out of the gate. I'm afraid you might wind up a bit of a scandal, Mrs Ponds!

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[alt_nymphadora]

D'you know, you really are going to be fantastic at this father business. I can just tell.

[alt_charlie]

D'you really think so? That's a relief. Not that I was worried I'd be bad at it, not exactly, only ... well, we've talked about the middle of the night worries. And they're not real worries. It's not like I really think I'm going to turn out to be, oh, like Farty the Grouch would be as a father. But it's so queer to think that in another four months there'll be a tiny human in the world who's half me and half you, and I'll be a quarter of the people raising him and responsible for his everything.

I've been thinking lately about how much I miss Dad, and how much I'd like to talk to him about this. Ask him how he felt when Mum was pregnant with Bill and he was getting ready to be a father for the first time himself. I feel like he would have had so many useful things to tell me. I've already realised that I'm thinking back to how he was with us whenever I try to picture being a father.

But I reckon, the best thing to do is to just love the damn kid senseless, and work out everything from there. And I already do. Love him to bits, I mean. I'm so looking forward to meeting him.

And Tuesday it is, then.