Rosalind raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh, really? What project is that?" She had not thought that there was anything that could distract her son from Arithmancy.
Terry reached across the table to take Susan's hand in his. "That is why we invited you here tonight, Mother." Rosalind felt a strange, distant dizziness at the sight of her son's tender, proud, wondering expression. Why was he looking at Susan like that? Oh, Sweet Circe, surely he was not so foolish as to have proposed to the girl! His blue eyes were very bright and more present in the waking world than she'd seen since the last time she'd put him on the train to Hogwarts. "Susan's pregnant. We're going to have a baby come this summer."
The wine glass in her hand fell from nerveless fingers.