Juniper was not a patient woman. Bed rest was a complete nightmare. What else was she to do? Pregnant, stressed, wondering how her husband was doing, and she was getting quite impatient. What she truly wanted was to march right into Irvingly and drag him home. None of the male staff was allowed near her, all of the women staff were flustered around her as usual. After all, she was a veela. A moody veela. Not specifically angry thankfully, but moody.

No answer from her first letter, she had sent several others before giving up. The owl came back, but no reply came with it. The whole thing was so stupid. So what if one stupid spot had no magic. Hogsmeade was not that impressive of a place. London would certainly have a much bigger impact. "I want something to eat!" She shouted as a sudden craving hit. That seemed to be what she had come to, shouting to get what she wanted. What could she say? She was bored. If only papa was here to keep her company.