She can be written!

"It's possible I should just study up a bit more and do healing housecalls for Muggle loved ones of wizards professionally, fill the St. Mungo's gap - is anybody else already doing it -" remarks Miranda when she arrives.

"Nope, I checked. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Miranda goes and gamely attempts to deliver a baby. She succeeds, in the sense that here is Jeremy Oliver Way and Rebecca is okay!

Oh good! Catherine and Joanna are told they have a baby brother.

Catherine wants to hold him!!!

Catherine: still too little to hold fragile tiny babies! She can pat him.

"He is so small."

"You said that about your sister, too, and look how big she is now! And you were very very small when I first met you, too."

"I was not so small he is so small I want to hold him please please -"

"When he is big enough to hold up his head you may hold him. But right now he is still too small for that!"

"Aaaaaaaah if I don't hold him I will die aaaaaaaah."

"I don't believe you!"

"Ack ack aiee," flomp dramatically into his lap.

"Oh no! Catherine has died of not getting to hold her baby brother! What will her Papa ever tell her mother! Her eyes are so closed. They're not flickering open at all -"

She cracks one open slyly and fights a smile.

"Oh? Oh! Oh! Catherine returns from the dead!!! Hooray!"

"Now that I have been dead I am older," she says, and she holds out her arms for Jeremy.

Kiss. "He's not older enough to hold up his head, though."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!!!!"

"If I said no to things and then let you have them if you asked me ten times that would be very bad incentives."

Blink. "...Please? I will be so careful."

"I know you would. But he's so little it still might not be good for him. He'll know how to hold his head up soon."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Hug.