They sat across from each other, mugs of tea in their hands and the smell of lavender, laundry powder and wood dust surrounded them. It was warm. Pansy sat in nothing but a long shirt, her hair was short again nothing more than a handful of hair. She stared at Ron; he was angled with his shoulder to her and his eyes out the window.
He built the window frames himself with the help of Harry. There was mashed up drawings on the stills. Luna’s children got a hold of muggle crayons that Granger brought home from her trip to Holland, all sunny smiles and freckled nosed. Pansy seethed from the downstairs bathroom until Granger left with a kiss on Ron’s cheek. Pansy left that night and didn’t come back till the next evening and Ron didn’t try stopping her.