“As if I’d go anywhere that interesting without you,” she retorted in the same tone, winking at her husband playfully. Perhaps they should go to the tropics? It would be a thrilling adventure and the house was always so quiet after the children went back to school… certainly food for thought but she had something much more pressing to consider at the moment and she leaned back against the chaise dramatically.

“I do believe somebody at Gladrag’s must be a smuggler,” Ailsa began dramatically, her intonation suggesting that that all of Diagon Alley was probably complicit in a criminal enterprise that spanned the whole street. “Or else a leithifold wouldn’t have given me this-” she pulled her robe aside to reveal her ankle which, pleasingly, was beginning to turn to an interesting shade of puce. “But he didn’t get the better of me darling,” she smiled triumphantly. “I caught him!”

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