"And to make her feel good about herself," returned Angelina. "She's awfully down, you know. I think she's got a bun in the oven." "A what?" " She's pregnant. You know, she's going to have a--" "I know what that means…but, Ange, how do you know?" "Well, for one, she's nauseated in the morning, her jeans are tight, and she cries at the drop of a hat."
Yes, he thought savagely, as he raced through the parlor, first I'll hit them with a Crucio! Then that stupid curse of Ginny's--what's it called?--flying bat bogeys all over your face. Then a couple of Levitations with sudden drops onto the asphalt, like a frigging--white--ferret. Next, Engorgio--ah, that one brings back memories. Then a Skinning Charm, like mom uses on potatoes--oh, I'll peel you like a grape! Gits! Buggers!--, then finally-- Avada Kedavra...
