Hannah Longbottom hummed a little tune as she picked out cart after cart of ingredients.
The wizard selling vegetables laughed. "Mrs. Longbottom, that's enough to feed all of Diagon Alley."
"That's nowhere near enough." Hannah shook her head. "I need more ingredients."
The wizard looked astonished. "You're not really preparing food for all of Diagon Alley, are you?"
Hannah was about to answer when a tall figure came up beside her and took her hand.
"It's certainly not enough." His once-round face had grown distinctly masculine, and the scholarly air he had acquired from teaching only added to his charm. He held Hannah's hand tightly. "We're going to make sure the whole city feels this celebration."
Hannah turned in delighted surprise and threw herself into his broad embrace.
He kissed her forehead. "I'm back, Hannah."
"Neville!"
The lion of the Longbottom family, Hogwarts' swordmaster, Neville Longbottom.
Neville held his wife's hand tightly. Hannah could feel his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
He murmured softly, "Nowhere near enough. We've waited too long."
"Far too long."
New York.
Plymouth Settlement.
Fury walked through the Silver Hand Department Store.
Dim, dusky lights illuminated a corridor lined with bookshelves.
At the end of the corridor, behind that door, Nagini held up formal outfit after formal outfit, asking Credence for his opinion over and over.
Credence nodded, his gaze indulgent and helpless.
She was dressing as formally as if she were attending a wedding.
Fury's heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. Credence's indulgent expression vanished, and he glanced toward the entrance.
In the end, Nagini chose her favorite blue dress.
Fury pushed the door open and entered. Nagini glanced at him.
"I need an answer, Snake Lady." Fury stared at Nagini. "Why were there wizards there?"
"Are you interrogating her?" Credence regarded him coldly.