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Tracey would have given anything in that moment to go to him and place her bloody cat in his lap and tease him about his smoking and Quidditch. Every fond moment they'd spent together rushed through her head and she made herself stay quiet, nearly wringing Millicent's fingers off her hand.
It tore her apart that she was choosing one over the other. One of her dearest friends lost to save her lover and the father of her child. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for any of them but if Theodore was committed to this act of sacrifice, she could only honour him with her gratitude. It killed her to keep silent and the only Slytherin she dared hush was Millicent.