Also taken from my Tumblr, I just feel like there must have been more than just the war on their minds hhaa
She avoided looking at the closed door. She couldn't look at the closed door. The door had never been closed. Not when Nymphadora was a child, not when she was a teenager, rarely over the last few months.
But now it was. And now, when she walked by the door, only silence met her ears. For the last few months, when she passed the door, she could hear whispers of conversations from the two.
"I just don't like green for bathroom walls, Dora."
"Why not?"
"Yellow is more cheerful."
"Remus, I'm not sure about a dog, I mean, Sirius was a handful and he was only a dog part time..."
"I'd love a daughter like you."
"Merlin help the man who would marry her, then, Remus."
She was used to it. She was used to the whispering. She didn't close the door for three days after it had happened, because part of her still expected to hear the talking. But the day of the double funeral, she knew she never would.
She shut the door, leaving the room just as they had left it.
She wasn't sure she'd ever open the door again.
