On the night Voldemort was completely destroyed, the Anderson family moved back into their old home overnight.
There was no denying that life aboard something like an ocean liner had been romantic and novel, but once that romance and novelty gradually faded with time, those living on the ship would grow weary of it.
Fortunately, the Wizarding War that had forced them to hide at sea was over, and their great enemy Voldemort had been completely killed by Albert. At last, they could return to a normal life.
Isobel had been sitting on the sofa in the living room reading when the doorbell rang. She immediately closed her book, shot her younger sister across from her a look that said, Leave this to me, then got up to welcome Albert.
"I'm back!"
The exhaustion on Albert's face vanished the moment he saw his wife waiting for him, replaced by a heartwarming smile.
"Welcome home."
Rather than stepping forward to hug Albert, Isobel wrinkled her nose slightly and sniffed at the strange scent clinging to him.
"You've been drinking?"
"I had some Butterbeer at the Celebration Feast." Albert used the motion of raising a hand to cover a yawn as an excuse to smell himself.
"I need to take a bath first."
"You held a Celebration Feast?" Isobel raised her brows in surprise. "Looks like Hogwarts isn't in as bad a state as the rumors say."
"Rumors?"
Albert took off his shoes and changed into more comfortable slippers.
"After Mum returned to Britain, she went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I heard there were a great many casualties in the Hogwarts battle," Isobel said, recounting the news brought back by the House-elves.
"She really can't sit still, can she?"
Albert carefully recalled the casualty statistics he had