Becoming a member of the Auror Office was undoubtedly a dream job for many wizards, but behind the high pay and generous benefits lay irregular overtime and the risks of facing Dark wizards.
Don't assume that Britain had few Dark wizards left just because Voldemort was dead.
That notion was absurdly wrong.
It was precisely because Voldemort was dead that the British magical world now had a heap of messes requiring Aurors to spend vast amounts of time dealing with them.
As one of them, Ron naturally began living a life of overtime. Coming home exhausted every day had already become the norm.
He did not even know when he had grown accustomed to his busy life.
"What's wrong, dear?"
"Nothing."
Ron was a little dazed as he watched Lavender hand him his casual clothes. He kissed his fiancée on the cheek and smiled as he shook his head.
Although Ron had always preferred Hermione deep down, he had long since accepted reality and knew that he and Hermione probably had no chance.
Besides, he had become engaged to Lavender a year ago, and their wedding was coming up soon.
"Did you forget? Harry and Ginny are holding a celebration tonight for Albus's birth. They hope we can make time to attend!" When Lavender spoke of children, her face carried an unmistakable maternal tenderness.
She was pregnant, and had only found out recently.
Lavender had originally wanted to tell Ron the good news, but now she planned to give him a surprise after the celebration.
"Albus? I suppose it's in memory of Dumbledore." Ron was not surprised in the slightest that Harry had given his second child that name.
That sort of naming was quite common in Britain.
"I remember I still haven't given James the copy of The Tales