Penny listened to him as he told her about how he had been, stopping only to tuck a hair behind her ears. He’d always had this way of speaking that made even the most mundane seem fascinating; at Hogwarts she used to joke that she would be content to listen to him read the History of Magic cover to cover and still not bat an eyelid.
It was comforting to know that the timbre of his voice hadn’t change in anyway. “I’ll wear you down eventually,” she teased “One day you’ll let me make a fuss of you every time we meet, Mr Future Minister.”
Spearing a green, she chewed it before considering how to respond “I’m good,” she told him thoughtfully “I think I’m getting used to being here and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that. But I’m glad you’re here though.”