I am so incredibly sorry that I'm only just now getting the chance to reply to your letter. Geoff and I are not quite sure what happened to poor Feathers; we suspect he might have been lost in one of the bombings, which is awful. He was sort of on his last leg (wing?) as it was, though, so maybe it's for the best. Feathers died a hero's death.
But with that sad news out of the way, I wanted to say thank you for the suggestions. The ginger root in particular has been extremely calming, even though the morning sickness is long since passed, and to that I say thank Merlin. I wouldn't be surprised if Geoff ended up shipping me off somewhere; he must be getting ridiculously impatient given all the strange cravings I've been having. Let me give you a bit of advice: avoid being pregnant during rationing; it's miserable. I've gotten off much easier than some; the healers are very insistent that we continue to get the best nutrition possible for the baby despite the war, but that doesn't mean that I've stopped having cravings for cheese-covered pretzels at midnight.
I hope everything's going well back at school. I heard about the bombing in Hogsmeade; I hope that you weren't injured at all, and that everything is all right with your family. I also hope that the other Gryffindors aren't giving you too much trouble. I miss school sometimes, especially when Geoff is off at work and I'm home alone, but I must tell you: I do not miss being a prefect in the slightest.
Take care, and feel free to bop my brother over the head at any time should he give you too much trouble.