Morag removed as much of her hair from Polly's grasp as she could, wishing she could do a charm to smooth it back but not daring for fear of how it might misfire. Draco joined them at the table, and she looked up with a smile, shifting Polly with one arm as she moved her hair to the opposite shoulder.
'Why, thank you, kind sir!' she laughed. 'Although I'm beginning to think pregnancy is enough to make any woman intimidating and forceful,' she added.