Three nights from full, but Nymphadora had insisted on coming by. "You need to relax," she'd said, and before he could contradict her, she'd Apparated over and put a Muggle record on the Victrola, claiming he'd love it.
Piano, bass, and guitar. An easy, jaunty beat. Good stuff. She'd pulled him to his feet, and then she'd wrapped her arms around him and swayed so that he couldn't help swaying too. The moon waxed gibbous at them from high in the window, pulling at him as always, but he leaned his forehead against hers, relaxed, and let her pull back.
