Dropping her bag onto the floor just inside the front door, Verity sighed heavily. After her meeting with Trevor, she'd deposited Charlie back with her dad and apparated to Hogsmeade, hoping that the shop would be able to take her mind off the reappearance of her cousin.
She hadn't wanted to see Fred, knowing that he'd be able to tell that something was wrong just by looking at her, so she'd left Charlie with George and hurried out. Getting back to her own shop, however, hadn't done much to distract her and she'd been unable to keep from owling Fred to tell him.
Alive. Trevor was alive.
Shuffling into the kitchen, she snagged two beers from the fridge and made her way back to the living room, tossing herself onto the couch just as Fred came down the stairs.
"Oi, Weasley," she smiled, widely, despite her exhaustion and anxiety regarding Trevor, at the sight of her husband, and held up his beer. "Looking good."