Gimogen
There's a war going on, we're three people in a one bedroom flat, my grandfather is missing and possibly dead, my family business is in jeopardy and in order to make ends meet I'm doing a job I hate, most of the free space in said tiny flat is taken up by my wandmaking supplies, Dementors and werewolves and who knows what else are on the loose, and did I mention there's a war on?
We fight because we love each other but the world is shit and we know our relationship is strong enough it can withstand what we throw at it because there's nowhere else to throw it. I'm really not worried, love, and you shouldn't be either.