"You get used to it," she told her mother as she bustled about the shop, tidying as quickly as possible while making sure to place everything back precisely where it belonged, the better to find it in a hurry when she needed them while brewing complicated and time-sensitive potions, ignoring Fleur's earlier sentiment; she was here now, which was what mattered, in the end. "I've been here for several months."
Victoire stopped halfway through the motion of putting a half-empty vial of powdered oak root away to contemplate her next words. "I sometimes worry about going back home. Life goes at such a slow pace here, compared to what I do back home, that I worry that I won't be up to the expected standard anymore once I do go back." But then, she remembered, her son had been here, and according to what little she could gleam from him on the subject, she had the same job, so she couldn't be that much of a disappointment to her superiors.
She returned to her tidying to answer her mother's next question. "Of course we are," she answered. "Just the other night, he surprised me with dinner and flowers." Victoire turned a beaming smile to her mother, a hint of pink touching her cheeks as she did. It had been quite the evening. "I do miss Benjamin, though."