"One spark means negative," Hestia said as the wand soared slowly toward her hand. She gripped the wooden instrument tightly, a small smile twitching at her lips.
Two sparks meant positive, but Hestia felt that it was unnecessary to add that bit of information. The look on her face would be enough to explain it all. Her best friend was indeed pregnant. By the looks of her and by the reaction of the spell. Hestia was almost certain she could tell the sex as well.