Eglantine watched with an amused chuckle as the white rabbit in front of her turned back into her husband. She loved the way his nose twitched when he did. She couldn't help sometimes thinking that even in his human form he looked a little bit like a rabbit. Her very own, sweet little rabbit to cuddle with. Eglantine watched fondly as Emelius got up from the floor and tugged at his coat.
It had become a friendly habit—using the spell. Whenever they felt like the other was annoying them or simply needed a few hops to calm themselves, they turned the other into a rabbit. Neither of them minded any more. It was much too fun to mind. However, they didn't do it in front of the children. The last thing Eglantine needed was three children going about practising spells. They had the bedknob and that was enough for them.
"I'm sorry, my dear," Emelius said with a warm smile, crossing the living room and heading for his wife in the doorway, "but I don't seem to remember what I did wrong." He stopped a few feet from Eglantine, suprised at her widened eyes.
"Don't you?" she asked disbelievingly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No, I haven't the foggiest," Emelius replied innocently. He didn't really like it when Eglantine crossed her arms—that way she sort of sealed herself away. And by that Emelius was painfully reminded of how self-dependent she had been when he'd first met her. That had been during the war, a few years ago now. They had both come such a long way from what they had been before.
Eglantine frowned half-heartedly. "You scared Cosmic Creepers," she stated bluntly.
"I scared him?" Emelius asked incredulously. He pointed accusingly at the cat resting peacefully on one of the armchairs. "You should have seen what he did to me! I've never run so fast in my whole life," he declared theatrically, and then stepped over to his wife. "My heart is still racing. Here, you can feel it."
He gently took Eglantine's right hand, untwisting it from its former position, and placed it on his chest above his heart. Eglantine kept her eyes nailed to her hand for a moment, and her lips curved into a small, peaceful smile. The slow and calm beat of her husband's heart was ever so comforting. Eventually, she looked up, and found the most charming, loving expression on Emelius's face. And every little ounce of irritation she had felt earlier was wiped from her mind.
"Well, I-" she uttered quietly, "I'm sorry, Emelius." She slid her hands over to her husband's shoulders as she'd grown accustomed to doing. But just when Emelius was returning the affectionate gesture, a loud and piercing meow sounded from the armchair. Eglantine tore her eyes away from her husband's to turn her head and order, "Out you go, Cosmic!"