"She's good, she's pregnant again. That will be your 7th cousin from her..." Lisabel said, smiling and shaking her head. "Actually Dima... your father and I have been thinking of trying for another child. I know, Zhenya is 12, but... it just feels like something we want to do," she said.

She had been wanting to talk to Dimitri about her wanting another child. Most of her sisters had a lot of children, and even had them when they were in their 40s - which Lisabel had not yet reached.

She bent to get chicken from the freezer and shot a silent spell at it. It defrosted immediately, and she pulled out the grill, her secret seasoning and with a flick of her wand, the chicken had been pulled into neatly separated parts, was in a bag with a touch of oil and a lot of seasoning and was shaking mid-air.