The fireplace flared green as Ginny stormed out of it, glaring. She tossed her bag down in the nearest chair, then stomped towards the door.

"Um… Ginny?" She turned sharply, glaring at the source of the noise: her husband. "I know this probably isn't the best time, but could you take a look at this please?" His face (as was often the case nowadays) was lined with worry.

Ginny reached across the table and took the proffered envelope, noting the Hogwarts seal. She glanced over the letter contained within.

"I'm having the worst day and you've just handed me an envelope with a complaint about our son?"

"It arrived just as I returned home. I wanted your advice before I came to any decision," said Harry, with a touch of defensiveness in his voice.

"Well now is not the time!" Ginny stormed out, and up the stairs, where she drew herself a bath, hoping to find an opportunity to wind down after a stressful day.

Half an hour later, Ginny still lay in the cooling water, mulling over another dire job interview. No one seemed to want to employ a mother, even now that her children were all at Hogwarts. She desperately wanted to find something to get her out of the house, but yet again, it wasn't to be. A knock came at the door, before Harry entered, apologetically.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Are you okay?"

"I will be. Just another potential employer who turned me down…" she sighed.

"I'm sorry," Harry commiserated. "I know you were quite excited about this one."

"Yeah… Silly me for getting my hopes up." Ginny shook her head bitterly. She lapsed into silent reflection, looking at Harry but not really seeing him.

"Perhaps," began Harry, tentatively, breaking her from her reverie, "you should try some place else. Have you actually tried anywhere other than quidditch clubs and the ministry?"

Ginny gave a brief shake of her head. "No. But who would have me?"

Now it was Harry's turn to drift off, for nearly a full minute, before replying, "Why not become a sports reporter?" Ginny stared at him in shock, the suggestion having come completely out of the blue. "I'm serious. Remember how you used to break things down for your friend Polly when we saw her at the pub?" He looked her in the eyes. "You could be really good. Plus, you've got an inside track on the gossip, having been a player for so long."

Ginny looked away. Her response was barely audible. "There still remains the small matter of convincing them to employ me." She knew it couldn't be that easy. But Harry waved her protest away, his smile showing complete faith in her abilities.

"You'll convince them. Just send in a couple of articles when you apply."

Ginny began to smile, buoyed by Harry's enthusiasm, before fading slightly as she thought of how she would feel if another opportunity fell through. "This had better work."

"It will. I promise."

Ginny stretched with growing contentedness, and looked around her, the twinkle of the Sun's reflection on the bathroom tiles catching her eye.

"Now, let me get dressed, and then you can tell me what James did this time…"