Struck by the realization, Neville shoots up from the couch and starts running around the house, grabbing things they might need. "Oh Merlin, she’s in labor! Are you going to be alright here? Traveling through the floo isn’t safe so far along. I’ll be back as soon as I can, but there is no way I can miss this." He zips the bag closed and gives his wife a kiss on the cheek. "You’ll be fine?"