At breakfast, Mrs. Potter notes that Sirius is “filling out.” The Marauders all share a look and Lily urges Sirius to fess up with a significant eyebrow wiggle. Sirius sighs and abandons his baked beans.
“Mr. Potter, in your many years of Healing-“
“72, my lad! A long, healthy number!”
“Er, yes, well, in 72 years, have you ever seen a pregnant bloke
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