"About two weeks, if that. I told Harry, and he’s an idiot and told Hermione and Ron, and George found out because well— well, he’s George." She laughed nervously again. "I— I’m barely seven weeks, I wasn’t going to tell you until twelve. In case I lose it." Her hands settled over her stomach, fingers twisting into the fabric of her shirt, laughing nervously. "You’re not angry, are you?" Anxiety creeped into her voice.