Living on the island had brought a new kind of adventure that his work didn't supply. It was new, exciting, and not to mention exhausting. His schedule had to be adjusted, new transportation methods had to be utilized, and travel—whether to Hogsmeade or London—had to be better planned. The distance between the island and mainland was great enough that he felt uncomfortable apparating over the ocean, and he felt uncomfortable having his own rural address available by Floo Network as the head of the Auror Office. In the end, that had meant applying for a public floo on the island that was mostly devoid of wizardkind, and while his position granted him many privileges, few extended to personal use. In the meantime, though, he'd been forced to open up his fireplace to visitors, which had, he'd admitted, helped with the moving-in process.

He returned home from work after a long day of paperwork, expecting to find his wife knees-deep in books. She was a stubborn woman who would go to great lengths to ensure everything was just how she liked it—and who would possibly tear the room apart once or twice if she didn't like something. He was itching to investigate, but he was stopped by his wife at the front door before he could catch a peek.

"You say that like every day with you isn't a surprise," he teased, leaning down to peck her on the cheek. "But I'm hoping this is a good one," he added, pulling back so he could give her a mock-stern look.

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