"James!" she exclaimed. He caught her by surprise when he grabbed her before her foot could even make contact with his shin. With a tiny squeak, she landed half on the couch, half on him, and laughed. She moved to slide off him, flopping instead next to him and pulled a pillow into her lap as she pulled her legs up and crossed them.

"My poor, defenseless husband? I have one of those?" she quipped, arching an eyebrow at him. "From what I know, my husband carries a wand and is pretty good at defensive spells, so he's perfectly capable of defending himself against a measly kick in the shin." She watched him duck his head and tilted hers as she watched him.

Being a Gryffindor was really hard, but she knew what she had to do.

Reaching out, she touched his arm and slid her hand down and over his wrist until she found his hand. She laced their fingers together and gave his a gently tug, hoping he'd look up at her. When he finally did, she squeezed his hand gently. "I love you, and - I'm sorry about earlier." Though she had said the latter over the journal, she knew it meant more in person than on a sheet of paper.