She chuckled, for a moment feeling as old as she really was. "Go to your wife. He'll be fine." She slipped on her shoes and waved before moving toward the portkey. Suddenly hungry, she decided to go have an early lunch.
Lulu was stretched out on the bed, laying comfortably on her side with a book. Her hair was undone, and she ran her fingers through the ends, idly letting it fall between her fingers. She set the book down when she heard the door open, smiling at her husband. She didn't ask how it had gone, knowing he would tell her when he was ready.