"Hey, you in there! Let my baby sister sleep," Zippy said 'to' Jemimas stomach. It still kind of eluded her as to how the whole child growing in ones self might feel. She imagined it must be a lot like when she had a too-large meal with too much cheese or something. Except food eventually went away but a baby stayed put and then continued to be around outside of the body. Wild.

Maybe she should find a husband to give her a baby so she could document how it felt for herself. Though maybe Jemima had documented it. She was known even beyond the family for keeping diaries, after all. "But at either rate, I have a gift for you. Or rather, for baby." She presented the wrapped box. Inside lay a rattle that Zipporah had made herself through a mix of muggle means of welding and charm work that would have the rattle display sparkling lights on the wall and ceiling as it was shaken. And of course had the typical sound of a rattle but Zippy had thought that too basic of a feature.