Lucy was beyond delirious. She could see her living room but brown spots clouded her vision. Her skin felt tight and her hair stood on end. Everything inside her burned. Lately, her dreams had her feeling too large for her body, constantly on the verge of bursting. Towards the end of the week, she awoke feeling fuzzy and heavy. Lucy had endured a long nine months of pregnancy and a forty-eight hour long labor with Ellie, but that was a picnic in comparison to the pain and discomfort she felt as her body rejected the animagus process. 