By October, Ginny's seventh month, her mood swings are worse than ever. I think she's worried it'll be born early.
She's mostly annoyed because she still isn't allowed in the baby's room.
I am done painting it - however, it still needs some furniture. The walls are white, and tiny pink fish swim up from where the wall joins the floor; they let off a little string of bubbles, wait until they reach the ceiling, and dive down again.
Im sure Ginny will love it.
I just don't know how Eloise will react to not being an only child any more.
"Harry Potter, you let me in there NOW!" Ginny's voice sounds from outside the door.
"Can't do that, Gin, it's not finished yet," I struggle not to laugh as I imagine her outside the door.
"Mama, Dada says you not allowed in," says Eloise from the other side of the door.
"Eloise, why don't you go play in your room." says Ginny through gritted teeth. When her footsteps have died away she shouts again: "Harry, let me IN!"
I don't reply. She yells again. "Harry James Potter you let me in that room RIGHT NOW or I swear I will -"
"Will what, Gin? Shout at the door."
"I'm behind the door."
"UUUGHHH! You are so damn infuriating! It's like you hate me or something!"
"I don't hate you."
"Then why can't I see my own daughter's room?"
"It isn't finished."
"Get out here NOW or I will smash the door down!"
"You can't, it's charmed to -"
"The wall then, just get out here!"
I slip through the door before she sees inside the room and seal it again. Then I see her eyes bright with anger, and her trembling hand pointing her wand at me.
I apparate as quickly as I can.
"Hormonal pregnant women..." I groan as I sink onto Ron and Hermione's sofa. "No offence Hermione."
I figure I don't need another moody pregnant woman on my case.
Hermione, much better tempered than Ginny, smiles at me and sits on the sofa beside me. "It's fine. What happened?"
"Ginny was gonna Bat-Bogey me, so I just left."
Ron shakes his head. "What did you do?"
"I wouldn't let her in the baby's room. I'm decorating it in secret, and I'm going to let her in when it's finished.."
Hermione sighs. "Finish it as quickly as you can then, and let her in, or I swear she will kill you."
"I know, I just need to wait until she's out and then I can bring the furniture in from the garage."
"Won't she -"
"No, only I can get in there, and there's invisibility charms on it just in case."
"I'd get home quick if I were you, I wouldn't want an angry Ginny after me!" Ron laughs.
I salute him. "Yes sir!" And with a click of my heels I apparate back home.
A crying Eloise throws herself at me and I gently lift her into my arms.
"Mummy said you'd left and it was a good thing," she told me when she'd stopped crying. "And now she's crying upstairs and she won't let me in!"
"Mummy's fine El," I cuddle her close. "It's just that new baby's making her feel a bit funny right now."
I sigh. "Er - well, the new baby's in Mummy's tummy, and it feels a bit weird for Mummy to have a baby in her tummy. Yeah?"
"So the new baby's making her cry?" Eloise scrunches up her nose.
"Mummy just feels a bit funny."
"What's the new baby called?"
"Well, right now, it doesn't have a name. We have to think of a name for it. Do you want to help?"
Eloise wriggles out of my arms onto the floor. "I think you should call it Lizby because that's my doll's name."
She shrugs. "It's a cross of Lizzy and Libby, Perry helped me think of it."
"OK. I'm gonna go see Mummy."
"Tell the baby to stop making her cry."