Hermione listened sympathetically, certain suppositions that graced the mind about such matters after a wedding took place leaping to the forefront of her mind. But better to be gentle about it, rule out all other possibilities. “Oh, dear, have you not been feeling well recently?” Hermione asked gently. “Or was it just the smell of the tarts?”

She waved away a footman who had come around with the try of tarts again.. “I think that is enough tarts for now.” She ordered with a smile to soften the blow. She’d need to make her apologies to the cook later.