There he stood with the same dumb-founded look on his face. Jaw dropped, mouth hanging open, drooling and thinking of running away right now. He looked left...clear. He looked right....clear. But just as he was about to make a run for it, he heard the scared voice of Anna calling out once more to Trelawney. He shook his head a couple of times.

And just about to assistance once again, there was the talk of...parenting. "Help," he squeaked out in a tiny little voice as the look of horror returned. He wasn't ready to be a father. Merlin's left toe! He wasn't even married. He and Sophie had known each other going on two years now but most of that was spent over the summers away from Hogwarts.

Lightheaded. He was extremely...lighthea-

"I...need....chair."