Pictures in a Window
It was raining when they met, a steady, hissing downpour which showed no sign of stopping. Molly, an Impervio charm protecting her favourite green robe, hurried over to Arthur and ducked under the edge of the strange Muggle object he was sheltering beneath. She planted a quick kiss on his cheek, then couldn't resist asking,
"So how did it go?"
Arthur smiled at her eagerness and patted her swollen belly fondly.
"I got the job, Mollywobbles." He beamed. "I start next week."
The umbrella Arthur had been holding whipped away in the wind, forgotten, as he twirled his pregnant wife around and around in the street. Although the weather was atrocious, a few startled passers-by were forced to dive through shop doors to avoid their irregular path along the alley.
They stopped before a many-paned window beneath a sign which declared the establishment to be Dee and Strood, magical property services.
Breathless from laughing, Molly peered through a pane at the rows of images cycling endlessly through the seasons behind the glass. She pointed delightedly at one of the pictures on the bottom row.
It was still there!
"So?" she prompted, impatient.
"It is a little small," Arthur began, then paused as Molly's face fell. He continued quickly, "but we can always extend if we decide to have more children."
He grasped her hand, and gripped it tightly as he opened the shop door.
"Let's go put in an offer. If we're lucky, we can be settled in before little Bill arrives."