Simon straightens, and starts to take off his gloves. "I'd say ... anytime in the next couple of weeks. He's definitely almost ready to come out."
"Is there anything I should be doing?" Tonks tries to sit up, with some difficulty, holding on to Bernard's arm.
"Nothing I can think of that you aren't already doing," Simon tells her. "Unless, ah ..." A bit hesitantly: "Is there anything, ah, unusual I should know about ... wizard births?"
"Well," says Bernard thoughtfully, "there's the usual chance of the mother turning into an armadillo in the stress of the moment, but you already know about that, so..."
Simon stares at him.
Bernard blinks. "You didn't already know about that? 'Dora, haven't you been telling him anything?"
Simon carries on staring, and Bernard manages to hold his expression of mild surprise for several seconds before it explodes into laughter.
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Simon straightens, and starts to take off his gloves. "I'd say ... anytime in the next couple of weeks. He's definitely almost ready to come out."
"Is there anything I should be doing?" Tonks tries to sit up, with some difficulty, holding on to Bernard's arm.
"Nothing I can think of that you aren't already doing," Simon tells her. "Unless, ah ..." A bit hesitantly: "Is there anything, ah, unusual I should know about ... wizard births?"
"Well," says Bernard thoughtfully, "there's the usual chance of the mother turning into an armadillo in the stress of the moment, but you already know about that, so..."
Simon stares at him.
Bernard blinks. "You didn't already know about that? 'Dora, haven't you been telling him anything?"
Simon carries on staring, and Bernard manages to hold his expression of mild surprise for several seconds before it explodes into laughter.