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I've heard through the grapevine, so to speak, that Hermione is pregnant again, with twins again.  Given that I have felt nothing, not like when she was pregnant with the other three brats, I'm not sure what to make of this pregnancy.  Does it mean neither of the brats belong to Potter or Weasley?  Does it mean they're squibs?  Or is there some other reason, such as they're not part of any prophecy?

There are times I wish I could discuss these things with others.  Talking to Parvati about it doesn't help, though I'm sure she could come up with creative ways of offing any of those children.

Sighing, I try to engage my mind in the meeting.  Had I known running the Minister and, therefore by extension, the Wizarding world meant meetings and paperwork, I might have used a different route for domination.

"And does that meet with your approval, Mr Avery?"

I slowly turn my gaze to the department head.  I've let my mind wander too far because I have no idea what he's talking about.  Smiling darkly, I murmur, "Give me a synopsis again."  A glare stifles the groans of annoyance at the table.

I need another woman.  Not necessarily like Mrs Turner, but someone.  Maybe Parvati can find a woman for me, then watch.

My smile makes three men at the table shiver.