While nursing a cup of coffee she flips through a magigeneologist report. She references it against a vault inventory the goblins never would have given her access to if she hadn't pleaded her case in perfect Gobbledygook and makes the occasional note. Before long she can hear a familiar cooing from down the hall, and puts away her work to head to the nursery. She disarms the enchanted monitor and picks James up from his cot, rocking him as he fusses. Her hand moves to brush back his thick tuft of dark hair as she carries him down to the kitchen. The infant still nestled in her arms, she grabs a bottle to feed him while she thumbs through the Daily Prophet that had been left at the window sill.