Did she ever imagine having children? "I had dolls when I was little, and, sometimes, I'd pretend they were my children," Astoria started, furrowing her brows a little. But had she ever imagine having children? The last few years hadn't really given anyone a lot of room to think about those things, or so she believed. And yet... Had she still imagined it? "I doubt that's what you mean." Then what had he meant? Did he know something she didn't? Well, clearly he did. That's why he'd wanted to talk, wasn't it? Because he knew something, and she was starting to think it had to do with whether or not she'd end up being a mother.
"During my fifth year, I know there were times I'd sort of wondered about what would happen in the future. Sometimes, that included what the future would be like for my children, if I had any." She'd known she didn't want to raise children in a world where the Dark Lord had won. How horrible a place would that be? "And, I had thought about how, if... if he didn't win... that I wouldn't want to worry about myself or my family again. Not like that. I also imagined that I'd want to make sure they were raised in a more accepting environment. But the children themselves? I haven't given them much thought. I--" She almost said she hadn't even kissed anyone yet, so something like children in the sense she thought he'd meant was beyond her just then. Instead, she said, "I guess it isn't something I'd really conceptualised outside of thinking that one day I'd most likely be a mother."