Emmeline smiled at the sound of his voice, already started on her first glass of wine. Nevertheless, she was still ready for anything, her free hand holding her wand. She relaxed when she heard the usual sounds of him coming home, and sipped from her glass.
"In the living room, love," she said, voice a bit wine-thickened. Not drunkenness, but the heady red liquid had warmed her throat on the way down, in a comforting way.