Looking around her little living quarters with new eyes, Hannah found it strange to see that nothing here had changed, when everything inside of her had. The little bed was covered in the same quilts, with the same afghan covering her trunk at its foot. Her knitting was in the basket by the bed, the dishes she had washed in the drying rack above the sink, and should she unpack her toothbrush, the same towel would hang beside the sink in the tiny attached loo. It had been her home now for long enough to feel as such, but with Neville a part of her home as well, things would have to shift soon.
Now, however, Hannah was happy to simply set down her bags, draw back the curtains that overlooked Diagon Alley, and turn back to Neville, her heart full with happiness.