Morag had been surprised when Antonin told her they were taking Gabrielle Delacour to London, but she'd been a bit distracted lately. After telling Antonin about the baby, she had dragged him to Heather's as soon as she could get him there, and now they knew that the baby would be a girl. Morag had worried that Antonin would be disappointed that it wasn't a boy...she'd thought it was a man thing to want a son first....but Antonin had professed to be pleased, and she rather thought he was. He'd laughingly reminded her that the succession of Dolohov went to his first daughter. She'd forgotten about that.
She was forgetting lots of things, lately.
She'd taken the idea of the trip in stride, though. She'd traveled so much in her life that a jaunt to London was nothing more than a long trip into town. Not as long as to Hogsmeade, in fact, because she could portkey to London and had to walk to the village. (She'd already decided they might have docked the boat a little too far from town.)
They'd met Gabrielle, and Antonin had down some business with her. Normally, she would have wanted to know what they were doing and all the details, but after the flurry of packing (because Antonin had said to take nothing and buy what she needed in London, something that sent the heeby-jeebies through her on a good day so she'd made sure to pack whatever she thought she'd need), Morag had ended up taking an inadvertant nap while they talked.
She hoped she hadn't snored.
Or drooled.
Antonin portkeyed them all to the Plaza in London, for which Morag was grateful. The very idea of apparating with a baby was appalling to her, being all squeezed like that. They were given the suite they'd used the other times they'd been in London, and Morag had set Katya to unpacking for them all while she looked over the accomodations. She made Antonin give Gabrielle the bedroom that had its own entrance and exit so the younger girl could come and go as she pleased without feeling she was disturbing them. It would make her feel more that she was an independent and adult guest and not that they were babysitting her.
Of course, that freedom would be largely an illusion because as Morag took Gaby's arm to draw her away, ostensibly to show her the amenities of their abode, she gave Antonin a look that clearly said he'd better make sure that door didn't open or close without them knowing about it and who was going through it. She was tempted to tell him to put a charm on the young veela girl to let them know where she was at all times, but that seemed to be an invasion of privacy.
She'd tell him to do it later.
She was enjoying herself. Right up until the dreaded 'S' word was mentioned. Shopping....
With an affronted sigh, Morag tried to remember that she would be needing some things in the future, and it was a good time to get that out of the way. She stoically took the charge cards and Muggle currency, hoping she remembered which denomination was what, and plastered a smile on her face.
'So Gabrielle? Are you up for some shopping?' She did need some books, after all.