You're probably about ready to come out here and find out for yourself what's going on. I'm real sorry I didn't reply sooner, I've just been feeling really sad weird this week and I haven't been up for much besides sulking, I guess. But I'm not pregnant. I was, according to Madam Pomfrey anyway, but she says I miscarried it. It makes me feel like a
Dougie and I had one of our big rows in the middle of lunch in the Great Hall. In the heat of it all I blurted out that I thought I might be pregnant, so I pretty much told all of Hogwarts on top of Dougie. It was overwhelming. And Pomfrey had to drag me to the hospital wing, and McGonagall had to have a "talk" with me, and they all spoke like they thought I was going to crack in half if they said the wrong thing. No punishment, no points lost, not even for the argument Dougie and I had and we shouted and swore at one another. Just a lecture about using protection and having respect for myself.
I'm sorry I made you worry. And I'm sorry for... not having no respect for myself, I guess. I never thought something like this would happen to me, but it's scary. You think it's a bit of fun, right, and just... don't consider that there might be a lifetime of consequences if you're not careful. I promise I'll be careful from now on.