She looks out the window of their new apartment. She hates that they have to keep moving, but it's too dangerous to stay in one spot.
She feels him come up behind her and plant a kiss on her neck.
"Why does the world hate us?"
"You really think that?" he murmurs softly. "Cause I'd say we're pretty lucky."
"And what happens when our luck runs out?"
"We screw the world and brew our own. I'm hoping you remember a thing or two from old Slughead."
"You're the super-genius James Potter. Why don't you remember?"
"I was lousy at potions."