She twiddles her fingers nervously, starring in the mirror at her newly formed crows feet. Her face slowly, but surely coming close to making a drastic impact with the unforgivable Wall. Two score and five years, it will be unprejudice.

She ponders silently to herself, her battle plan forming multiple contingencies and whispers,

"Who can provide me resources for survival and will also be oblivious to our baby not really being his?"

She smiles at the thought.