Tracey sighed with love as she thought about Blaise but then frowned at how he might take her news and definitely at how Isaac was going to react. "Montague is going to kill me." And she wasn't sure she could blame him about that.
Laughing so hard, she could barely fill the kettle as she handed it over to Millicent for tea. "He's not always going to look like a lentil! I imagine he'll be as big as Goyle before we know it and then you can teach him anything you want. Including explosives and dung bombs. Honourary aunt that you are!"
Tracey was still giggling as she searched Mil's new flat for a couple of mugs. "He's going to be gorgeous," she sighed and rubbed her hand across her stomach, already imagining everything in store for her child.