Auror Ginevera Weasley, highly decorated by the Minister of Magic himself for her bravery and clear-headedness in the field, known for her brazen courage of facing any challenge head on and posessing, with her partner, the highest rate of sucess in closing cases in the Auror Department, frowned at the unidentifiable mess on her plate, feeling slightly queasy at the idea of eating it. She eyed it warily before turning to Hermione, carefully keeping a bland mask on her face. Hermione was four months pregnant and Ginny had already learned that her friend was extremely tempermental right now, anything would set her off, either into a flood of tears or a rage worthy of Molly on a bad day. And that was when Hermione wasn't even trying to be angry.
"Ummm...Wow, 'mione, this is...interesting..." She poked at the yellow with half a million red spots gluttonous glob, not really wanting to know the answer to her next question. "What is it?"
Hermione beamed at her friend. "It's an omelet with red peppers in it. Try it!"
Ginny frowned. "Uh...Hermione, this isn't an omelet. This is a mound of egg-like gluch with red pockmarks that has been chewed and spat up."
Hermione's face fell and she sniffed, tears leaking from her eyes. "I'm sorry Ginny, I...I thought you..."
"Aw, 'mione, don't cry, Ron will have my hide!" Ginny cried. "I'll eat it, okay!" To prove it, she stabbed the glob with her fork and shoveled it into her mouth. It tasted like hot, under cooked eggs that had been drowned in spices. It was enough to make your eyes water, which they did. She grimaced when Hermione continued to sniffle and, cursing herself for being so softhearted, she managed to choke down the whole plate. Hermione then smile, happy once more and started to chatter about paint colors. Ginny managed half a smile and grabbed her tea cup, gulping down the tea to get rid of the slimy feeling in her mouth, wishing she had something stronger than tea. When her cup was empty, her mouth still felt like it was on fire. She studied her cup before putting it aside, rising and pouring herself a big mug of red wine, smirking at Hermione, who couldn't have any.
They chatted for a few minutes about the baby that was due in five months, Hermione was already decorating the nursery. Suddenly, Ginny sprang out of her chair and ran from the kitch, hand over her mouth.
A few minutes later, Ron came in, his robes for once in immaculate condition, he had a meeting with his boss as soon as he arrived at the Ministry. He was frowning.
"Ginny's puking her guts up in the bathroom," he said, his voice concerned. "Do you think she has a bug?"
"Oh, I hope not!" Hermione exclaimed, rising to serve him his breakfast. "I'll go check on her in a minute." She offered him a plate of yellow and red goo. "Eggs?"