"You know the treatment's going to be… really aggressive now right? It's going to hurt Sam, I'm not going to lie."

“Did it hurt?” He tried to come off casual, but his eyes stared piercingly at Rose, he was burning to know - he needed to know if he could live with himself.

“There has to be another way Healer Greenleaf, please, this patient means a lot to me-” her voice cracked.

 

She stood up and shrugged her shoulders, and as she opened her eyes properly and the room came into focus, she noticed that Sam's hospital bed was empty.

“You know, I really thought you’d left this stuff back at Hogwarts and that going to Healer school and being accomplished in your profession would have ended all this Scorpius-bloody-Malfoy drama,” Bee quipped from her seat on the floor by the coffee table, steadily making her way through the cheese and cracker platter she had laid out.

Finally, just when everyone thought the most awkward parts were over, Aaliyah brought up the elephant in the room: their relationship with Rose.

Finally, the corners of Aaliyah’s mouth tugged upwards and she pulled Rose slowly forward by the front of her deep blue, shimmery dress robes and gently kissed her lips. 

“Rose told me you bumped into her and Aaliyah in the Eastern Library at my Welcome Home and she wanted me to explain.”

“When this war is over, I am going to find you and we are going to be together again.”

As she ran out of the icy snow dome trophy lifted above her head in victory and breathless with laughter, Greg watched affectionately from behind his battlement.

“Okay fine,” Sam complained as he un-cuddled her, “Away with you. But I’ll see you tomorrow for the leftovers.”

Suddenly, a knock at the door surprised everyone. 

A hush fell over the room as everyone looked quizzically around the room trying to figure out who might be coming.

They flew into the room in an… interesting set of quidditch robes (for ease of flinging off) as Rose swished her wand and set some music to play over the loudspeakers.

An old classic number of Celestina Warbeck’s - A Cauldron Full Of Hot, Strong Love.

At work everything went smoothly, but at home when they were both trying to relax, they found themselves caught up in arguments and miscommunications and mismatched expectations.

They had been trying all day to concoct a new sleep-joke item for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and Jen was convinced that the sedative qualities of Valarian root could be adapted into lolly-form to induce irresistible napping for a few minutes.