Brushing aside the tufts of brown curls, Hermione began to cry even more. A girl, she had a daughter. Pansy moved away from the pair, grabbing her wand as she began to run diagnostic spells over the mother and newborn. Hermione was so wrapped up in the shock of holding such a small infant, in awe of her daughter actually being here, she didn’t pay any mind to her acting mediwitch as Pansy moved about caring for them.