 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris gave a small nod of agreement as Vianna mentioned that the name was beautiful, a warm smile still prominent on his expression. And it was then that she brought up the hope that little Gabe would grow up to be a wizard like they were, a comment he hadn't really given much consideration. His eyebrows rose, never having really thought about it. "He most likely will," the young man replied softly with a brief shrug. "But even if he doesn't have any magic, he's still going to be our Gabe. He's going to do well in whatever he's good at; be it magic or...I dunno, anything he wants I guess," Ferris murmured with a quirky sort of smile on his pale face. But Ferris's hometown Crossfield was made up of a strange combination of people. It was technically a Wizarding community, but at least 35% of the people were muggles (married to a wizard or related to one, fully aware of the magical world) or squibs. And so the young man had grown up going to school with both muggles, squibs, and future wizards, all aware of the magical world though only some would be entering it. Julia, for instance, was never accepted to Hogwarts. She was technically a squib, and when they looked into her family tree they saw that the magical gene skipped a generation; one of her grandparents was a squib as well. Growing up in this enviroment, Ferris never saw any problem with being a squib or a muggle, and he knew that even if Gabe turned out to not possess any magical powers, he'd love him all the same. Granted, it would be nice to see him off to Hogwarts, to have him share that experience with his parents, but it didn't really matter to Ferris. He was having a son. And that was that.
Thoughtful, the young man gently moved his hand to the bottom seam of Vianna's t-shirt, glancing up at her as though to ask if this was alright. But he just wanted to lift it to see her belly once more; he loved to see it, to let his hand touch her warm skin there, where his baby was developing.
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