"The alternative is staying home and failing at pies," she murmured. "I'll take the clinic."
Andromeda found that her head fit perfectly underneath Ted's chin. She'd known that for ages, of course, but the delight of the discovery had never faded. Tucked up against him, she allowed her eyes to close, and for herself to relax despite the macabre subject matter they were discussing. "I'm glad you got through. The Ministry has its concerns, you have yours." She didn't mention the Death Eaters, again.