Morag tossed her hair over her shoulder, preening slightly. She felt good. She filled out the dress nicely, and while most people wouldn't notice the small bump that was their daughter, she and Antonin both could.
And she was happy. Deliriously, incandescently happy. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was just knowing their daughter would be joining them soon, but Morag was happy.
She was also feeling just the teensiest bit warm, and the minute sheen of perspiration on her face had given her a bit of a glow.
'Am I allowed to watch?' she asked. She hadn't quite gotten the hang of all the various rules of the Casino. It was hard enough remembering to not use magic.