Across the way and a few rows back, Harry spotted the golden curls of a glowing Lavender Brown, her stomach voluptuously round and nearly out to her feet. Arms wound about his wife, Teddy Lupin beamed at her and the couple kissed chastely; Harry had to imagine their little bundle of joy would be due any day. It was probably a risk for Lavender to have fallen pregnant at her age, but better late than never. He wished both her and his godson well.