She sniffled, then actually managed to smile at her father. "No, I suppose not. It's just that you're always so calm. I don't think I've ever seen you lose your temper," Minerva admitted. When her father kissed her forehead, Minerva wanted him to pull her into his lap like he used to when she was a little girl, rocking her back and forth when she was upset until she fell asleep. But she was an adult now...
Minerva's chin wobbled again. You're my girl, not a monster. "I love you, Daddy. You know that, right?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears again. She didn't believe that she wasn't a monster, but at least her father didn't think of her that way.
Hannah's abrupt arrival startled Minerva enough to nearly drop the container of pig's blood. Some sloshed out and dripped down her chin, and she saw the horrified look on her mother's face.
"Mum," Minerva whispered, her eyes wide. She wiped her mouth with her hand, and cringed when she saw the blood covering the back of it after.
But then her father was at Hannah's side and calmly telling the witch what was going on.
"Oh my gods, no. Oh no, Minerva...my baby, no," Hannah moaned, tears already running down her face. Her hands went to her stomach, and Hannah felt a wave of nausea come over her.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she whispered, and gagged. Her hand reached out for Neville.