1st July, 1889 — Place Cachée, Paris
Ursula Black
Ursula Black
Glancing over her newly acquired rose-tinted spectacles Elladora came to the conclusion that she was definitely correct and had been a fool to doubt herself. Ursula was either getting fat in preparation for middle age - something Ella knew for a fact her vain sister-in-law would never do - or else she was expecting yet again. It was hardly shocking, the woman bred like a prize mare, but it took her a moment to place the date and as she sipped her jet-black coffee she decided that it must have happened around Easter.
"I suspect we'll need to get all your new dresses taken out before long," she said with coolness to match the charm she had placed around the both of them as they sat in the sunshine, utterly immune to its rays and heat, which was just as well given how much everybody around them appeared to be suffering. Honestly, some wizards were as idiotic as muggles - why suffer when there was absolutely no need?
Which was, she thought with a jolt of mirth, precisely how she felt about Ursula's pregnancies. Was it really so hard to keep one's legs together?