Molly saw Fleur's expression change at Percy's name. Could it be the blonde twit knew of the difficulties they'd had with Percy--and sympathised? Molly felt another little crack in the wall of her anger.
"Five months?" She considered Fleur's size and shape, and her maternal instincts kicked in. "You're carrying the baby so beautifully. But, are you sure you're eating enough? I'm sure the stress with Bill hasn't helped--"
Oh, when she got her hands on her eldest, she would smack him hard for hurting this girl...