Tonks nodded, wincing again. "He's going to be a bloody footballer if this is any indication. Your poor mum--I can't imagine having two of these going on at the same time. One's bad enough. He likes my kidneys and my bladder in particular."
All the talk of babies and dogs made her more wistful for all of this; a proper family with a cottage and a proper home. Did Bill and Fleur know how lucky they were? Undoubtedly, she figured. And they deserved every bit of it.
"Spaniels are awfully nice too," she said. "Our neighbours had one while I was growing up. I was scared to death of it until I was six or so, and I fell down while running away from it and broke something--my arm, I think, though thinking on it, it might've been my ankle--and the thing went all Lassie on me."