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The Great Maze Chall/Comp: You head to the next gate with your companion and read: What's always coming, but never arrives? Tell about someone worrying about things to come.
Hermione rested a hand upon her eight month baby bump, smiling gently when she felt her son kick against her hand. Ginny, who was sitting across from her, smiled knowingly. It had only been a few days ago that she'd learned that her and Harry were expecting their third child.
"You ready yet?" Her sister-in-law asked, referring to the close due date.
Hermione nodded, chewing on her lip absent-mindedly. "Yes, I'm going to be glad when he's here, but at the same time …" she shook her head, lowering her eyes for a moment before looking back up. "I'm worried about Rose."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Rose?"
"Yes. Rose." She confirmed, leaning back with a sigh. "She's been acting … odd. Ever since the baby was announced she'd been acting up, but recently I've noticed that she's getting really," she paused, trying to think of a word to describe her daughter's behavior, "moody. I guess that's the best to explain it."
"Hermione, don't worry about it." Ginny comforted her, leaning across the table to place a hand on top of hers. "She's about to turn three years old. She's old enough to understand what's going on, but young enough that she'll be jealous about a new baby coming into her own little family."
This didn't exactly comfort Hermione. She knew why Rose was acting this way, it was obviously jealously and uncertainty that was causing her recent moods. It reminded Hermione of the way that Ron used to be with his brothers, always jealous and feeling like he was in their shadow.
Hermione didn't want that for her own daughter - or her son. She wanted her children to get along.
"It'll work out," Ginny told her, smiling as she tried to drive the uncertainty from Hermione's face. "Trust me, Rose will love her little brother when he's here."