"A boy, Mr. Mallory. Healthy and hale. Good lungs and good color." She consciously tamped down on her temper to keep from hexing the man where he stood for his thoughtlessness regarding his wife. He looked unimpressed, especially as he saw the blood about her apron. "If I might, Mr. Mallory," Hermione added as she reached the door, hands in her pocket, gripping a stone, "perhaps it might be best if you treat Mrs. Mallory with more kindness during such a difficult time."