"It was a bloody good hex. And it worked exactly the way it was meant to." She agreed with a proud smile. "And that's precisely why I won." She was incredibly satisfied with herself. She knew that Harry was older and that he had the advantage of being married to her for a few years and learning the majority of her tricks. Which is why she'd worked so bloody hard to surprise him. It had taken quite a bit of work, and honestly, her Age Line could've been better (she wasn't quite up to Dumbledore's standards), but still. It was a fair bit of magic.
"Why work at the joke shop when I can just spend all my time laying traps for you and entertaining the kids?" She asked with a sly grin as she followed him to the shed. The fly had been great. Well. Bloody cold. But mostly great. She always felt better and more relaxed after a fly.