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"This is 1998," she huffed. "What you do in your private, personal life if none of anyone else's business and it should do nothing to interfere with your career. You know Minerva. She's not a woman who's old school."
That seemed to be the least of McGonagall's worries. Tonks had proven herself time and time again. The girl wasn't an idiot and this wasn't going to slow her down. Hestia knew this. She believed it.
Her eyes widened slightly. She had always known that Tonks wasn't incredibly interested in having children but she thought that perhaps that would change once something like this happened. Unfortunately the timing seemed to be off.
"It makes you a normal woman," Hestia said, her voice growing a bit more soft. Her arms uncrossed and dropped to their sides. "It's a right shite time for this to happen, I'm going to be honest. But that's because I know you're itching to do something - but this happened for a reason. And I think you've got to deal with it. And you've got to tell him."