[ He really, really doesn't want to let her go, but he has to, so he does. As soon as she's out of sight, everything that happened at the ministry threatens to flood right back over him, and he grits his teeth as he heads into the house. Everything is exactly as he left it - exactly as his parents left it - as if they just went for an afternoon walk. He doesn't do what he's told - can't rest - so instead he goes to the cold cellar and mutters as he starts unfreezing provisions. There wasn't a lot. Just a few casks of EverBread and a few bottles of wine. They were going to have to find supplies somehow, but they could last a few days on this and the overgrown remnants of his parents garden.
He stepped up from the cellar as soon as he heard footsteps, and despite himself he drew his wand, heart going a third again too fast as he slowly came to the top of the stairs, wand already in hand -
And then immediately sighed when he saw it was her. Of course it was her. Who else would it be? ]
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He stepped up from the cellar as soon as he heard footsteps, and despite himself he drew his wand, heart going a third again too fast as he slowly came to the top of the stairs, wand already in hand -
And then immediately sighed when he saw it was her. Of course it was her. Who else would it be? ]
Sorry. Jumpy.