"Darling, who are you chatting with?"
One corner of the hall was bathed in the warm orange-red glow of the fireplace. Isabelle was reclining on the sofa beside Albert, listening to the gentle music drifting from the record player while using her wand to adjust the pattern on her sweater.
"Harry Potter. I've been playing Heart-to-Heart Uncle these past few days."
Albert set the Communication Bookmark aside and gently stroked Isabelle's visibly swollen belly. Smiling, he explained to his wife, "Lately, our Boy Who Lived seems rather lost about whether he can shoulder such a heavy responsibility."
"Heart-to-Heart Uncle?"
Isabelle looked Albert up and down, then corrected him with a smile. "I think Heart-to-Heart Big Brother would be more suitable."
"Heart-to-Heart Uncle makes people find you more convincing," Albert corrected. "You know, lots of people think young people are unreliable."
"Actually, I've been feeling rather depressed lately too. I could use some guidance from Heart-to-Heart Uncle." Isabelle put down her wand and rested her head against Albert's shoulder.
"What's the reason?" Albert reached out and stroked his wife's red hair.
"My husband always likes running all over the place and keeps making me worry." Isabelle earnestly complained to "Heart-to-Heart Albert."
"Sorry."
Albert's hand paused, and he spoke softly.
"Mm, I accept your apology. But remember to come home on time from now on. Don't stay out overnight. Only when I see you can I feel at ease." Isabelle wrapped her arms around Albert's arm. "Only then can I sleep peacefully."
"I'll be more careful in the future."
Albert felt somewhat guilty. He understood perfectly well that after getting married, he no longer belonged entirely to himself. He could no longer be as willful as before; he had to spare some thought for his wife and child.
That was also why