Lizzie sighed, and looked at her sleeping husband. One disadvantage of being a married woman was that she couldn't spend a lot of time some of her favorite activities, like practicing her transfiguration, duelling with Jane or her father, or flying. Speaking of flying...
Lizzie looked out the window. It was a cloudy night, which would make it very hard for people to see her flying. She looked back at her sleeping husband and slipped silently out of the bed. She snuck over to the closet and cast a Silencing Charm, so that the sounds of her getting dressed in her old Quidditch robes wouldn't rouse Fitzwilliam. Once she was done, she grabbed the broom stored in there and quietly left the room.
Once she was outside the room, she cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself and walked through the house. Once she got outside, she made herself visible again, mounted her broom, and took off.
Lizzie had been a Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team for her last three years at Hogwarts, and had been in the habit of keeping up her flying abilities after she graduated, so she was a very good flier. After she'd flown for probably about an hour, she began to grow tired- it was the middle of the night, after all- and landed. She went around to the servant's entrance and opened the door to find her husband standing there, pointing a wand at her.
Lizzie froze. Fitzwilliam's expression morphed into one of shock, and he slowly lowered his wand. "Lizzie?" he asked. "You too?"
"Yes," Lizzie replied. "I thought you were a Muggle."
"No, I'm not," he said. "Well...sorry for threatening you, I just...I woke up and you weren't there and I thought there was an intruder."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I woke up and wanted to fly, and the weather's perfect for flying."
"Yes, well...let's go back to sleep, shall we?" he said, offering his wandless arm to her.
"Indeed," she replied, linking her arm through his.