It had been all over the papers. Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown. Hugo and Rose telling the story in the Prophet (and on the internet when the Muggles caught wind of the war hero scandal). Papers Day, all of it. The Weasley marriage dissolved in the space of a weekend.
It would have been worse if it was during term, Professor Weasley working at the school and all the gossip among the students. It was bad enough that the professor hadn't been able to stay at her own home after the news had broken; Hugo had gone to check on her and come back to the house with his mother in tow.
"This entire episode is ridiculous," Professor Weasley said, smiling at him when Hugo squeezed her shoulder. "And I really shouldn't impose… the two of you are just barely back from your honeymoon!"
"It's fine, Mum," Hugo said. "Really."
She saw them from the library. It was raining outside, a terrible fall downpour that cut through even the best Impervious Charm. She hadn't expected to see anything but mud and rainwater in the back garden.
For a moment, it was like she was a little girl again. She was eleven and they were standing out in the wet, and she was watching them. It was different now, though. It was Hugo in her life, not Marvin, and she knew what it felt like to be so lost in another person that the rain didn't even matter.
"The divorce went through this morning," Hugo said, startling her. "Well. They both signed the papers and it's all been sent to Records as of this morning. It takes time for it to be processed. Or whatever the term is."
"You knew about them?"
"Them?"
"Your mum and Professor Snape."
Hugo raised his eyebrows and looked over her shoulder through the window, then grinned.
"I knew there was somebody; I wasn't entirely sure it was him. He didn't seem to hate her, which is weird for him."
"He doesn't hate everybody," she said.
"He certainly doesn't like them."
"As long as he likes her." She was fond of her mother-in-law, after all.
"Seems to," Hugo said, drawing her away from the window and waggling his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile the crept across her face. "Kind of how I like you, Mrs. Weasley."
A/N: And that's the end.