Morag closed her eyes for a moment. 'No,' she whispered. 'I haven't wanted to think about it,' she admitted. It would be a sort of final goodbye, one she hadn't been ready to make. But life did go on, didn't it? 'I wish I could have told him,' she told Antonin, 'about the baby. He would have been so happy for us....' Of that she had no doubt.
She giggled. She'd been surprised that Umbridge hadn't made herself more of a nuisance in the past few weeks. It was unlike the woman to be so....reticent.
Morag lifted her head and stared at Antonin for a moment. 'Oh, but that would be priceless!' she answered. 'Something like everyone must wear pink on even numbered Tuesdays?'