Bea was growing more every day. She could pull up on furniture, and Draco swore he saw her cruising along the edge of the couch. Walking was just around the corner, and talking, too. Already Bea had enough hair to put into the tiniest spout of a ponytail, and it seemed like she had new teeth every other week. Toddlerhood was approaching, and as much as she had loved Bea's baby days, Hermione looked forward to the changes ahead.