May 29, 2002. 11:18 pm.
Mafalda Krum lived at the top floor of Melville Apartments in London. It was a very nice apartment for nineteen year-old. Mafalda married famous retired Quidditch seeker, Viktor Krum in December of the year before. She was now nine months pregnant. Mafalda rushed over to the phone in the living room while holding her stomach.
Mafalda dialed a number and put the phone to her ear.
"Hello," said a voice from the other end.
"Hi mum," said Mafalda. "It's me."
"Mafalda," said Mrs. Prewett. "How are you?"
"Mum, I think it's time."
"Time? Oh! Time! Me and your father will be there right away!"
"Okay," said Mafalda. "Bye." She put the phone back, Mafalda started walking towards her and Viktor's bedroom, she turned on the light. The bedroom was big. Inside the room was a king sized bed and a blue baby cradle right next to it. By the closest window, hooting in its cage was a male snowy owl.
Mafalda walked over to her desk. She took out a sheet of paper, an envelope, and a pen. She started writing a note. A few minutes later, Mafalda put the paper in the envelope. On the envelope she wrote:
Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Mafalda walked over to the owl with the envelope in her hand. She opened the owl's cage.
"Gizmo," said Mafalda. "Take this letter to Hogwarts." Mafalda tied the letter to Gizmo's leg. "It's for Viktor."
Gizmo gave a happy hoot. Mafalda smiled and opened the window. Gizmo flew off into the night. About ten minutes later, Mafalda's parents arrived.
"Honey," said Mrs. Prewett. "Where's Viktor?"
"Still at Hogwarts," said Mafalda. "I sent Gizmo to tell him."
"Should we go to the hospital?" asked Mr. Prewett.
"No, we will just let Mafalda have the baby right on the floor," said Mrs. Prewett. "Of course we should go to the hospital! Do you have all your things packed, dear?"
"Viktor packed them over a month ago," said Mafalda. She showed her parents a blue suitcase.
"Okay," said Mrs. Prewett. "Let's go." Mrs. Prewett helped Mafalda walk to the door. Mr. Prewett walked behind them holding the suitcase.
"Did you tell cousin Molly that I'm in labor?"
"No," said Mrs. Prewett. "We'll tell them when we get to the hospital."
Mr. Prewett turned the apartment's light off and closed the door. The three of them walked over to the elevator.
"Good thing you have an elevator," said Mr. Prewett. "Just think, what if you have to walk all the stairs!"
"Not helping dad," said Mafalda. "Save the jokes for after I have the baby." The elevator's doors opened, the three walked in. A few minutes later, the three made it to the apartment's lobby.
"The car is right outside," said Mrs. Prewett. The three left the building. Right in front was a blue car. Mrs. Prewett helped Mafalda into the passenger's seat, while she sat in the back. Mr. Prewett put the suitcase in the trunk. He rushed into the car. The car drove to the hospital.