"Just about how it's supposed to, I think." Not that she had much to compare it too, but she was quite enjoying being a mother. Even after the euphoria of holding her son for the first time and just watching him had worn off.
Dora grinned at Hermione. "I love it, but tonight... well, one night away isn't going to hurt." So long as she pushed aside that fear of dying and had a bit more faith in herself. They weren't going after Death Eaters, just dementors. She would be home, alive, and curled up next to Remus before she knew it.
"Shall we?" She gestured towards the door. "We can head out, and maybe even talk about how daft you and Ron'd been acting for the past few weeks." Dora couldn't hide the teasing smile that played across her lips. "And of course, you know, find some dementors."