Hannah blinked. "Are you feeling well, Neville?"
"I'm serious. I saw them. They're—"
"Animagi, yes, I understood that part. I also understand how hard you've been working—"
Neville sighed. He hadn't thought Hannah would believe him, but he'd felt compelled to tell someone.
"—and I think you might . . . take a break, is all."
"It can't be good for the baby, being transformed like that. What do they think they're doing?"
Hannah laid a hand on Neville's right knee, and he felt beads of sweat collect at his hairline.
"If you're right," she said, "then the best they can, I suppose."