Ophelia took a little more interest in what he was reading when he mentioned something about her. She had been in the news plenty of times over the course of her relatively short life, and had experienced both the best and the worst of it, she felt. Both extremes were typically found in Witch Weekly, however, not the standard paper, which was what her husband was reading. Surely nothing too off-base or scandalous could be printed up as news? The Daily Prophet was unlikely to speculate about supposed premarital affairs with Quidditch players from her teenage years, for instance.

What he read out was perfectly true, as it turned out, but that didn't make her less peevish about its inclusion. "Why, yes, of course," she said in an off-hand way, not realizing in the slightest that this would be news to her husband. "But how inconvenient of them to put it in the paper already. I'd thought we'd hold off on announcing until the end of the season — and do it properly, you know." Ophelia herself had only the vaguest notions about what a proper announcement would look like; she had no relatives who had been through this, in her memory, and her only friend who had gone through pregnancy and childbirth was Nova, whose family did things quite differently anyway. In any case, however, they ought to at least have had the chance to write their own announcement for the newspaper!

"And what does she mean, attention at various parties?" Ophelia said, setting down her own magazine in open irritation. "It's not as though you can see, yet. I haven't even transitioned out of my normal corsets. Honestly," she said in exasperation. She was resigned to blowing up to the size of the Fat Friar eventually, but where did they get off making comments about her appearance now? And in the newspaper, of all places! "Someone ought to write that reporter up," she commented, with half a mind already to write to the editor herself to demand exactly that. "Simply rubbish."