[Ohh, Mrs. Travers!]
Amery did not believe that there was anybody in the world who enjoyed being pregnant as much as Juliana Natalya did, no matter how she said she despised it. Because if she wasn't pregnant (although having a husband imprisoned for murder also aided in this), how else would she be allowed to toss about obscenities, among many other behaviors, in public with people cooing at her? Amery even began to think that he would throttle the next person who told him what a tragic life his sister must be leading, to have the father of her child be such a cruel wizard.

But being pregnant did not allow a few things for Juliana, and since the mysterious father was nowhere to be found, Amery had stepped into this role both by proxy and by his rightful place as eldest son and person who could get Juliana to cooperate fifty-five percent of the time as opposed to fifty. Thus, he had brushed aside the house-elves and strode right into the library, only to find Juliana a solid woman of her word with a glass of the previously-threatened liquor in one hand.

"Are you trying to kill both myself and your unborn child? Please don't force me to tell you that you have three seconds to put the glass down yourself before I forcibly extract it from you."