"Little!" Tonks snorted. "It feels like I'm carrying a cauldron."
Despite her protest, Tonks' smile was one of genuine pleasure, both in seeing her friend and in her own observations of the swell beneath her sweater. As her eyes traveled from belly to heavy-laden table, Tonks could not keep a small groan of anticipation from exiting her lips.
"Fleur, you are a witch of unparalleled excellence."