You're still a little keyed up, aren't you? Did Mum wig out on you?

Were you nervous about telling me? Charlie, Charlie, I'm...well, I was a bit gobsmacked a few months ago when the news of the pregnancy came out and I counted back and--yeah. Beltane. Beltane, which is all about fertility. And when I ran over in my mind the likeliest possibilities for the baby's father, and I thought about how you've been so comfortable with Tonks, well, duh. I've been waiting for you to tell me. I couldn't say anything, though, because you didn't say anything.

But for the two of you? I'm happy as can be for both of you, honest.

You are a grownup; the war's made everyone a grownup, whether they like it or not.

What a thing for Albus to ask of you--both of you--but I'm bloody proud that he picked you.

But the hell with that, you're going to be a father. (And Merlin, I'm going to be an uncle.) We already know that Tonks is a terrific mum.

Did Mum spontaneously combust out of sheer excitement? Or was she angry?

Who's allowed to know the truth about this?