She'd been hoping he might come up with a miraculous way for her to fight safely. Not that there was one, if she were being realistic. She'd known that when they first talked about having a baby, that she'd have to sit out for awhile. Still, talking about it in the abstract wasn't quite the same thing as being faced with three months of it to get through.
'Maybe the Death Eaters won't want to do any fighting?' she said hopefully. Yes, and pigs would fly through Muggle London.
'You know, you mentioned that some at Dolohov might be enjoy a nice little battle or so. Think we might convince some of them to portkey up for the next battle?' she suggested. Someone ought to get to enjoy it, at least.
She nodded. Actually, she was sure that Umbridge would hate the idea of someone using a carpet. That, in itself, was enough to make her want to do it.
Grinning at him, she ran her fingers through his hair. 'Oh, I don't know. You could carry off pink, if you wanted. You're Antonin Dolohov, after all....' she told him.
'And it would give me something to do, wouldn't it?' she agreed. 'Something quite entertaining, I admit.'