Mandy just smiled at his comment and shook her head. It wasn't so bad right now but it was about to get worse and she wasn't so sure she had the stomach to weather it. Looking at Roger, she quietly studied him for a moment before linking her fingers with his. "It has it's moments," she lied, smiling. The truth was, she hated it and had a feeling she'd never like it. She'd always been private but this was Roger and she'd do anything to be with him. They finally had a real chance and she wasn't going to let him go that easily. She'd left him without much of an explanation the first time around and had barely recovered and then she'd almost lost out for good. Part of her thought they might have a chance in the future. Her thoughts drifted to Lavender and she let out a shaky sigh, the emotion of the whole situation overwhelming her. She'd almost lost him for good and that made her ill.
Pulled out of her thoughts, her eyes widened and she had to keep her hands from settling on her abdomen. "Oh. Right. Yes- sure," she said, nodding. "That'd be cute." Her eyes followed his, watching the twins run around and she shook her head, unable to deal with the idea of twins. She had twins in her family. Her grandmother and great-aunt were fraternal twins. And then her great-grandmother was a twin as well. "Twins run in my family," she said, absently. "I don't know how parents handle it."
Still a little lost in her own thoughts, she barely heard him and looked up, smiling. "You really need an excuse?" she asked, stepping into his arms. "Alright," she murmured. She liked dancing with Roger. It was always nice to have him hold her and surround her. She let him lead her out to the dance floor, feeling a bit silly dancing with him in shorts. Settling her arms around his neck, she rested her head on his chest. "It's not so bad," she murmured, looking up at him. "Being the girlfriend of a super awesome Quidditch star."