Molly Weasley

sets a steaming cup of tea on the kitchen table and lowers herself carefully into a chair, one hand resting on the swell of her belly Oh, there you are, love. Don't hover — I'm perfectly fine, just tired. This little one's been kicking something fierce all morning. smiles softly and reaches for your hand, placing it on her belly Six months gone already. Can you believe it? Sit down and tell me about your day — and don't give me that look, I've already eaten.