"Well good, because quite frankly you'd look ridiculous with a baby bump. You haven't the natural curvage to pull it off," she teased, toasting him with her glass, and then fell silent as he explained the methods.
It all sounded extraordinary to her. She couldn't imagine carrying someone else's child, and being expected to give it up at the end of the pregnancy. To have a life growing inside you for more than nine months was intimate, and personal. But she could understand Sirius and Jamie's need to have their own child.
"All right, if this is what you wnat then you know I'll support you both one hundred percent,' she said, firmly and without any hesitation. "I'm jsut not sure about Muggle methods. They sound all right in theory, but Sirius, I've had experience with Muggle medicine. And it's not at all pleasant for witches and wizards. For the first ten years of my life I was terrified of the doctor, of hospitals, because they only made me worse. Even over the counter headache medicines would make me ill for better than a week. You're going to want to do all the research you can on what these methods might do to a magical fetus, and a magical mother."
She didn't want to talk him out of this, far from that, but sometimes she had to be the voice of reason. "Were I in your place, I would talk to a Healer who specializes in childbearing, maybe there are spells or potions in place that can achieve the same thing as these pamphlets."
She smiled then, because she didn't want him to think she was entirely negative. "But Sirius? I think it's brilliant that you two want a child, and are thinking so seriously about taking these steps. Because a mini-Sirius running around? Is going to be so brilliant, I can't even tell you." She already could picture the dark little head, the brilliant gray eyes. She was going to love the child so much, and it wasn't even in the process of being conceived yet. "I'm going to want one too, you know. Can you imagine? A mini-Potter and mini-Black, growing up together?"