"I just feel so bloody selfish," Tonks admitted, latching Teddy onto a nipple and wincing as the baby clamped down. Hermione tried not to stare, looking just over Tonks" shoulder at the lowering sun over the neighbour's roof – it was coming up on late afternoon now, and the party was still going. Hermione had the feeling it wouldn't be grinding to a halt until the late evening; the Order members were making the most of the excuse to let down their hair and celebrate.