"What happiness!" She nearly screeched. Her life with Edmund was mundane and loveless. What little happiness they shared was centered solely around their children, and even that was wrought with tension at the end. Maggie was lucky if he remembered his sons' birthdays, for he certainly never remembered hers. .

She quickly drew her wand and cast silencing charms around them. The last thing she needed was her children asking why she hadn't been happy to have them in her life. Then, once secure in the knowledge it was just them, Maggie turned her fiery gaze to him once more. "I waited for you for two fucking years. I wrote letters that went unanswered for weeks if not months. I — fuck, Percy. What was I supposed to do?!" Maggie's hands were flailing as she ranted, her temper sparked for the first time in years.

"I waited for as long as I could for any kind of sign from you. I thought you forgot me. He wasn't my choice. He was never my choice." And yet, she married him. Maggie had turned her back on her best friend, solely because of her responsibility to her family. "I couldn't keep deferring my parents. I didn't have a choice."