Morag followed Antonin into the club, letting him break a path for her rather than trying to wade in herself. It wasn't that she was so very big, she supposed. She was not quite five months. But compared to her usual lithe and graceful self, she felt ungainly and....huge. She's already decided her daughter was going to rival her father in height, and probably shortly after birth!
They'd come into town much earlier, stopping at the house so Morag could swim for a bit. It was an easier way to get exercise, she'd long since discovered, much more comfortable than most things. And she felt less clumsy in the water. She'd done some leisurely laps and then let herself float, buoyed by the water. She'd promptly fallen asleep, of course, and slept the rest of the morning away.
Antonin had finally roused her so she could dress for the meeting, and they'd made their way to the club.
They wound their way through the people that had already arrived, Antonin finding a seat for her and considerately casting a few charms to make it more comfortable. She gave him a sincere look of thanks as she sank into the chair.
'So,' she murmured, 'I see Ginny and Percy talking so I presume she now knows the news. Longbottom, Nott, and Verity. You should visit with her,' she advised. 'She looks like she's a month past due.... I feel for her!'