Oliver nodded, glad that Katie had apparently successfully managed to shield their daughter from the storm that was brewing. Then again, it seemed like this was what Katie had always done.
He gave her a small, reassuring smile and started fiddling with the toy. For a moment Oliver had the urge to babble about Quidditch but – with an enormous effort – he kept a grip on himself. "I merely started some inquiries about Skeeter," he informed Katie. "I had the expected reaction in the journal, so she won't get suspicious that I don't react at all. Then, once she has reassured herself that I'm all words and no action the information I'm currently waiting for should come in handy." He shrugged. Apparently he needed to babble about something, if not Quidditch. Anyway, that woman had forfeit any consideration in Oliver's eyes the moment she dragged Sophie into this. "By the time I will act, people -" And that meant Tonks first and foremost. "-People won't even think of me. I trust she'll manage to insult enough others in the meantime."
And now, finally, he couldn't put it off any longer. They had to address the reason why he had to come so abruptly and unexpectedly. Oliver swallowed nervously, his palms suddenly sweaty. "How...how do we tell her?" He whispered, feeling terribly helpless.