The golden threads slowed to a stop before contracting and condensing, twisting from where they’d tangled themselves around her body into small, a glowing orb that was floating in front of her, seemingly anchored near her belly button. Pansy had explained the whole process rather briefly, but she’d made sure to mention the most important part—the magic would change colours depending on the result. Purple = pregnant, she’d written. That’s the only one I have memorised so if it turns any other colour, Floo here and you can look at the bloody book yourself.