"Oh, I know, if nothing else imagine me trying to get groceries while stuck invisible forever." She pauses to think. "Let's do it."

Now they're visible. "Need to pack anything -"

"God, no, and if you can get me literally anything that isn't this to wear..."

....he can transfigure it into something significantly more revealing, and prettier.

"Brilliant. Do you have mysterious foreign exotic ways of fetching the baby?"

"I can teleport or if you do not want to be estranged from your parents I could get mine and with some guidance on how Muggles do it they could probably do what they're supposed to do when I write them that I want to marry -"

"I am, already, so very estranged. Do you go off the address or -"

"No I'd need to know the spot - we could fly to the area and then you could point it out to me -"

"It's down that road, first - do you need to carry me -?"

"To fly? We can both sit on the broomstick, it won't have award-winning acceleration anymore but it'll be perfectly serviceable -" and he pulls a broomstick out of his coat -

"A broomstick. Well, in for a penny."

He grins at her. Off they go.

She clings to him nervously on the broomstick and points out her town, then her house.

"I think I'll just knock instead of teleporting in, if that's all right?"

"There's some chance my father'll attempt to kill you, if he's home."

"He would fail."

"Just warning you. If there's several babies around because the wetnurse has another or something - they said when they were taking it away it looks just like me -"

" - okay -"

"- and it'd be two months old, almost, that's all I know."

He slips off the broom and knocks.

A woman who's probably Rebecca's mother opens the door.

"Hello. My name is Michael Cyrus Way, my family has an estate just north of here, and I have fallen in love with your daughter and decided to marry her and raise the child as ours, so I'm here to pick the baby up, thank you so much for your time."

"Which d- Rebecca?"

"Yep!"

"Rebecca's in a convent -"