Chapter Four: Aggravation
During the second trimester, Constance knew that she really needed to avoid any stress. She stayed away from any beverages with Caffeine as it wasn't good for her baby. When she started feeling real kicks from her baby, she smiled, patting the area where she'd just been kicked. She felt another gentle kick in return.
"Hello, little one. I can't wait until you are born. You are very special and I am going to protect you, I promise." She vowed. "I can't let anything bad happen to you."
It was during a visit from the wizards of Camelot College, that Constance began to experience mood swings. It was the combination of impressionable young girls with unruly boys that put Constance on edge. During the dinner, the pupils were very loud and boisterous. Constance was massaging her temples in an attempt to keep herself calm, but she was unsuccessful.
"QUIET!" She shouted, unable to control her temple.
"Miss Hardbroom, calm down." Said Mildred to her Aunt, as it was during 'school hours' and Constance wasn't on Maternity Leave yet. "You know you need to stay calm. It's not good for the baby."
"I know, but these BOYS… You know young witches and wizards are not a good combination." Constance said and got extremely dizzy. She began wavering, unsteady on her feet.
"Miss Hardbroom!" cried Amelia, catching her fainting colleague. "Your Honour, please call Miss Hardbroom's doctor." She gave the Chief Wizard the number.
"Yes, of course, dear lady." Egbert Hellibore said, dematerializing to the office. He returned ten minutes later. "She's on her way." He said, kneeling by Constance. "Hold on, Miss Hardbroom." He urged. Constance, in her dizziness, wondered why he was so worried about her.
Dr. LeCoeur arrived and ushered Constance to her room to examine her. Once she was done, she spoke to Constance.
"You have to be careful, Constance." You very nearly went into premature labour." She told her.
"What?" Constance was stunned. "Why did this happen?" She asked.
"Because you weren't careful. You let stress take hold of you. You have to control your temper. The next time you lose it, you could lose your child." Dr LeCoeur replied.
"I almost lost my baby?" Constance asked, tears in her eyes.
"Yes, you did. You have to take better care of yourself." The doctor said.
"This would not be the first time I have been told that." Constance said, sheepishly.
"Shouldn't you listen to others' advice, then?" asked the doctor.
"Yes, I should." Constance replied embarrassed.