Turning the key in the lock Riley pushed the door open, tired after all the meetings and endless dribble that she had to endure at the Wizengamot trials, because honestly one could only say 'He did it.' And 'Throw him in Azkaban and throw away the key!' so many times before it got repetitive.
And Riley hated repeats.
"Im home!" she called out softly, knowing that if Jack was asleep, he would never get back to bed, and walked in hanging her cloak on the coat hanger and shoving off her boots near the door. Streaching to remove a crink in her back she walked the short foyer to the living/dining room.
And saw a sight that made her heart melt, not that she would ever admit to such a thing, she smiled and walked around to the back of the couch and looked over to see Percy asleep with one leg off the couch and one arm tucked behind his head.
It was rare to see this side of him, because he was always prim and proper.
But the funniest part about it was that his other arm was locked around Jack's tiny body, who was squirming and looking up at her with a "Help me!" look on his face.
She shook her head at her son and leaning over the couch kissed both of them before heading upstairs, she would give Percy some more sleep before she'd wake him up to go to the Weasley's for his birthday dinner tonight.
She never had felt more at home then finally having a home to come to.