"I just don't really know what a baby's supposed to look like. It was sort of a shock, I wasn't really looking for the details." With a sigh, Steve looked in the other direction. He hadn't heard anything of the house elf lately. He wasn't going to ask Verity to scream again, he just hoped it didn't come investigating. Or reporting. If it did, hopefully Rabastan wouldn't think anything of it. If the Death Eater asked, Steve would just say the girl passed out and he wanted to wait for her to wake back up. Yeah, that would work.
"Err. Dark enough to know he was half black? I haven't seen too many black babies. Actually, I haven't seen any. You can just tell, though. Lucas knew something wasn't right, and if he could tell, well let's just assume it wasn't a big secret." Sucking on his cheek, Steve nodded. "I'll check. I guess they might even be cousins of mine, but I think they're from the other side of his family." Turning to look at her, Steve sighed. "I really thought you'd gone too," his tone was sincere and if she didn't believe that, the look in his eyes was enough to convince anyone. Steve wasn't experienced at all this - he didn't know how to mask his emotions or swallow the pain away.
Shrugging in response to her question, Steve tried to think of everything he'd been taught on the matter. "I'm not sure. I think the magic is starting to weaken. If you're remembering new things, even in your dreams. That really shouldn't be happening. I think with a bit of work you could probably fight the charm. When Obliviate isn't preformed properly, like yours, it doesn't really erase the memories. It just sort of... scrambles them up." He was talking a bit out of his ass right now, but Steve was pretty sure he'd been told that.