Daphne tried to smirk, but knew her smile probably looked a bit pitiful. "Well, never let it be said that we're weak," she said briefly, wetting her lips.
"I think normal sounds wonderful," she said. It was true - Daphne had never wanted to be average or normal, but after this entire mess, it was starting to sound more and more desirable.
Daphne bit on her bottom lip, her mind positively reeling. Hearing about Cho and Kingsley had been bad, but they hadn't meant anything to her. She'd been more worried about herself, honestly, and what would happen if anyone managed to find out about their role at the ball. But Millicent's baby...
She felt positively sick, and Miles seemed to lean against her even as she leaned back. His arms were around her moments later, and she just rested her head against his chest, unable to focus.
Daphne felt her eyes widen at Miles' words, and she shook her head. "No one can know about this. I'd be in just as much trouble. You realize that, don't you?"