Amarissa didn't know how to handle this. She had never envisioned herself falling into this scenario, because well, she wasn't the one to do these things. It was Sofia, it was always Sofia. She was the pretty one out of the two of them. She was the one that always knew how to attract a boy, and smile and flirt in just the right way. Amarissa was the tomboy. She was the one that followed Gabriel out onto the Quidditch pitch and demanded that he show her how to play. She was the one that had signed up for Auror training and throw herself in the way of hexes and had, for so long, tried to stamp out anything that made her different from other Aurors. And she had raised Brandon. After that, she had never thought that there would be the chance that she would repeat her sister's mistakes, because well, simply put, she was currently being punished for them.
As it was, she was almost scared in front of James. It was something she wasn't sure if she would ever completely admit, but it was the truth. She was scared of the potential outcome of the situation, and his reaction. Of his lack of understanding. He could hear the condemnation of her returning to Spain just from his voice. But, she needed to go back to Spain. It was complicated and complex, but it was the only place that she had to turn to. They had been the ones to take care of her for all this time, and they were perhaps the only people that she would trust with this. Additionally, it didn't help that she now had a scar that lashed over her stomach that still seemed to beat with dark magic every now and then and wasn't quite right. They would understand what that had come from, and what it could do to her, and, well, a baby if the information was needed. And while she was loathe to admit this to him, she could also tell them some measure of truth about the identity of the father. They would be the ones that would be most apt to possibly contend with an issues that might arise from a recently resurrected father.
"It just," Amarissa said, sounding frustrated as well. She rubbed one hand faintly over her forehead. "It needs to be there, okay? That's my home, and," She wasn't making much sense, and she was entirely aware of it. Her sentences were sloppy, and her explanations were poor. She didn't know how to be precise about this. "My spells just keep coming up the same." she said finally, as if that had been the topic of discussion, and not some remote point.