“I see.” Hermione said carefully, grateful most of the other women in the room had returned to other conversations, giving her and Mrs. Lestrange a moment of confidentiality. “And do you normally feeling nauseous and tired when waiting for your curse?” She was trying to be as gentle as she could with the young thing. Poor dear probably had no reason that the rest of the room suspected the same thing Hermione did simply because she had been married several months no, not to mention the whole tart incident.