Morgan le Fay's belly trembled more and more violently, her stomach rising and falling like waves. The pain drained her face white, and the hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat. She could not hold back a cry of pain.
"They look like they're swimming in there." Emily clutched Fleur's arm hard, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on her mother's belly.
The bloody smell in the room made Fleur deeply uncomfortable. She frowned and reached for her own flat lower abdomen—Luna, too, was unconsciously touching her swollen belly, her bulging eyes meeting Allen's even paler face.
For Daisy and Lenn, who had witnessed the births of several younger brothers and sisters, this sort of scene was not much of anything. The siblings waved their wands and, together with the House-elves, restored the drenched house to cleanliness and order.
"Fleur, weren't you there when your sister was born? What a coward. What's so frightening about this? Childbirth doesn't do any real harm to wizards." Daisy had the nurse wave her wand over the delivery tools they would need later, cleaning them with Scourgify and disinfecting them again. Catching sight of Fleur's expression, she asked with some satisfaction.
"Daisy, this is my awe for life." Fleur folded her arms, unwilling to back down.
Emily also widened her eyes and muttered, "It'd be nice if wizards were like seahorses. Male seahorses are responsible for carrying the babies."
A little while later, Morgan le Fay suddenly let out a long, agonized scream. The fire in the fireplace flared up with a whoosh, the tongues of flame even leaping out of the hearth. Helga's portrait hanging by the bed spun violently, and the chandelier on the ceiling fell with a bang, shards scattering everywhere.
"Push, Morgan le Fay, push a little harder. I can see