She could feel her mother's eyes on her, and Tonks did her best to keep from blushing. "Yes, Mum, I'm big," she said, deciding it was better to get it out of the way. "And as you very well know, if all goes well, I'll be roughly the size of a hippogriff in two and a half months."
Once she gathered her cloak, she stepped toward her mother and gave her the asked-for hug, making an effort not to press her belly against her. It was awkward, maneuvering like this, but she was slowly adjusting. "Good to see you too, Mum," she said, pulling away. "Three Broomsticks all right for nosh?"