The nursery was on an upper floor of the house, which was looking more like the "palace" everyone kept calling it with each of the many new rooms that Hermione clocked as she passed them. She seriously doubted she'd find her way around without a map. The nursery itself was a cute little room. The paint on the walls had been charmed to reflect baby Alison's mood. Now it was a vibrant, daisy-yellow, as she laughed and giggled as Enola blew raspberries against her little belly. Hermione watched them fondly. She was loathe to even think the word broody, but the thought hitched in her brain.