While waiting for Dagny to come over with the promised pastries, Thad sat and skimmed through his Winstagram feed, not something he did often. As unexpected as Dagny had been last summer, things had so progressed that he couldn't imagine his life without her in it. He missed her when she wasn't with him; he thought about her more than he should admit; and he absolutely loved the thought of her living here with him.
And then, as if his thoughts had manifested her, she stepped out of the floo. He tossed his phone onto the table as he stood up, grinning crookedly at her. "It's impossible. Could never happen!" he retorted.
When he reached her, he brushed his lips against hers in a light, welcoming kiss. He felt lighter, happier, far more settled with her around. "How would you feel..." he began, slipping an arm around her waist. "...about the possibility of house hunting?" His cottage was quaint and had been home for a long time, but if he was truly going to build a future with Dagny, he rather thought they'd need a bit more space. And between his trust and his Quidditch earnings, they would be able to figure out exactly what they wanted and take the time to find it.