Morag looked up to see Antonin smiling at her, and she flushed slightly in embarrassment. She'd been caught being silly and maudlin, something that seemed to happen increasingly as the pregnancy progressed. Then she laughed and shook her head. So be it. She was a new mother. The world would just have to put up with a bit of mushiness!
'I just don't see how that could be possible,' she said slowly. 'I don't suppose it was possible that it was the protection charms in my clothes?' she queried.
'But it was more likely to have been me and it felt different because I've never used Dark Magic before....' she had decided. Not that it made her feel any less worried. She couldn't decide which would be the worst alternative, for the baby to have an affinity to Dark Magic....or for her to.
That there even was an introduction to the Dark Arts course was bad enough. That Antonin was familiar enough with it to teach her made her raise her brow at him.