"I keep forgetting you British are such a superstitious lot. Ever seen the damage a poorly cast housecleaning spell can do?"
Antonin took a deep breath and tried to be reasonable, "I'm not convinced it was the baby, and not you reacting in some maternal fashion; and you do know what Dark Magic feels like, even if you've never used it before. Still, you should probably see your healer in the next few days, just in case."
He went on, "And I don't suggest you try to be calm, just that you try to not get attacked before the baby is born. You've been rampaging around a bit since the hormonal swings started; there's been no baby magic before this, has her?"
"Give me a few hours and I'll make you your own staff, short, about wand sized. It won't hold the same number of spells as a full-sized staff, but we used to use them in school, when carrying a full-sized staff would be too obvious." He ignored the rest of her outburst, moving to stand near Morag, not touching her, looking over the rail at the water of the lake.