Whoever said married life after the honeymoon died down was, in the new Mrs. Abbot's estimation, insane. Their honeymoon had lasted well after the trip, and every time she looked at her husband, Diana still felt she was floating on a bed of clouds drinking a vial of Felix Felicis. It was enough to give her so much energy it was as if she'd just debuted and held boundless energy for whatever came her way. This included Antigone Lestrange's rather...interesting festivities. Certainly an interesting concept for a party, however, Diana preferred more traditional holiday celebrations.

Her quarters were just next to her husbands; she was expecting him in any moment. Her heart was thumping in her chest, not because of the night's festivities but for an entirely different reason. It was late, but an owl had just arrived from their family healer. It was difficult for Diana to mask what her motives were. Even though there was nothing nefarious about her actions and motivations, her guilt was paramount in keeping this from her husband.

In the end, she told herself, it would be to his benefit. There was no point in worrying him, was there? "Quick, Thompson, stall him for a few moments longer!" she whispered to her lady's maid before opening the letter with trembling fingers. As the hem of her lady's maid's dress disappeared behind the door, Diana scanned the contents of the letter, her breath quickening. In her haste, only one sentence stood out to her, bold as if it the letters jumped off the parchment to her:

It appears the afflictions we discussed at your last examination are indeed, congruous with the symptoms of —

Before she could read the last part, there was a soft knock on her door indicating her husband was about to enter. Quickly she read the last few words, her head spinning before she tossed the letter and evidence into the crackling hearth.

As she turned to great Will, her hands clasped as if she were merely warming her hands, she smiled. The letter was almost completely burnt by now, with the last words early pregnancy flickering briefly before turning to ash.