August had rolled around again, and with it came the the falling leaves and the turning colors and - yes, indeed - the first anniversary of the Matrimonium Legiem. And that, unfortunately, was the worst news that Trisha heard all day. Someone had actually checked up on Avery to see if she was expecting, and as soon as Trisha heard she had gone straight home. Oddly enough, it wasn't home to her family - unless you defined family as a single person that she hadn't actually dated but was married to. Instead, she returned to the home that Caspian had sorted for them. It wasn't perfect, but for a starter, it was about as sorted as their relationship. The two-story home was enough to have people like the Poliakoffs over at the same time as Nessarose and Dylan. And, Trisha would be the first to admit that a situation like that was actually bonkers.
But that had passed and now she had managed to mess things up for Caspian. The very idea of it was ridiculous. What was she supposed to do? Just... just go through with that? How could they expect anyone, nonetheless someone like her, to do that? It didn't add up in her mind and Trisha found herself frustrated and wishing for the first time in her life that she was more promiscuous. She couldn't just turn around and change who she was, though, and she would never ask Caspian to do so, either. So, really, they were doomed. And it was probably her fault. She hadn't tried, and now they were in line to go to Azkaban if someone caught them. But what could they do, really, with school coming up?
Taking up a pillow from the couch, Trisha covered her face with it and let out a panicked, breathy attempt at a scream. Falling onto the couch, she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face into the pillow. She had to warn him. Had to be the first who told him what was coming. So she sat up very suddenly, wishing she could send a patronus but registering the fact that she had yet to turn seventeen. Instead, she rushed into the kitchen, pulling out parchment and a quill, jotting an urgent message:
Cass,
I'm sorry, but there's something we have to talk about when you get home. It's really important. So as soon as you're free, please come home. Even if it's just over lunch.
She signed with a shaky hand, her name curling less smoothly than it typically did. And then the waiting game started, and ended up with Trisha watching completely trash shows she had no interest in but Hayley was always going on about, curled up in a ball on the couch and clutching the blanket around her.