"I want to say you're around four to five months," Hestia said, though she was more thinking aloud as she processed all that Tonks had been saying.
As the sparks turned bright blue, she tucked her and in the waistband of her trousers and crossed her arms in front of her chest. A boy. Tonks and Remus would be having a little boy in nearly four months time. Somehow the thought struck her in a way it hadn't before. She only hoped that whatever it was Harry was doing, he would get it done soon.
"Seems that way," she said, nodding her head. "The spell is never 100% correct, but it's leaning pretty heavily in that direction."