Hermione jumped when Posy's soft voice broke the trance she had been caught up in. When she opened her eyes, Lee's youngest daughter stood only inches away with concern written all over her tiny face. It had been evident from almost the first moment that she met the girls which of the two was the more sensitive. Lizzie bothered Hermione for a reason she didn't understand. Posy, on the other hand, hadn't failed to put a smile even on the war-hardened face of her Death Eater houseguest. If Hermione had had her way, she would have had a little girl just like Posy. It had been the plan. After her son, she and her husband immediately started planning for another child. Neither of them kept it a secret within the privacy of their bedroom that they wanted a daughter. Hermione hoped that a baby girl might even soften her husband's disposition. Make him less quick to anger.