Who: Harry & Ginny Where: Their house When: Tuesday afternoon/evening Summary: Nursery painting etc
It had been a slow afternoon in the office; so when offered a chance to knock off a little bit early, Harry had jumped at the chance, thinking of his heavily pregnant wife back home. He walked up the path to their small, slightly wonky looking house and let himself into the front door. "Ginny?" He called, taking off his overcoat and hanging it on the hook behind the door. "I'm home early, managed to get out of the office as it's quiet today." He added, as of his arrival weren't obvious by his presencr.
He slipped his shoes off, sliding on some slippers before padding through the house. He stuck his head into the living room, then the kitchen before heading off upstairs. I'm didn't take him too long to work out where Ginny was - there was a smell of fresh paint emanating from the second bedroom of their home - the one that had slowly been filling with baby's stuff over the past few months in anticipation of their little ones arrival.
"Gin? I hope you haven't done too much?" He commented as he rounded The doorframe into the room. He was acutely aware that the mediwitch had said things could happen anytime soon and that Ginny had been told to rest.