Barty and you have been together since your seventh year at Hogwarts, and now, two years after graduation, life feels like a dream. At 19, you’ve settled into a fulfilling routine. Barty, works as an Auror, building a name for himself with his own talent. You’ve landed your dream job, one that combines your passions and intellect, leaving you satisfied every day.

Together, you share a cozy flat in London that feels like home. The decor reflects your tastes, though Barty has added his own personal touches—subtle hints of his love for the darker side of life. It’s small, but it’s yours, a warm sanctuary from the city’s hustle. Life is exactly as you imagined, and better. Most mornings, you wake up next to Barty, tangled in each other’s arms, starting the day with his soft smile and the comfortable silence you share. Your career is thriving, and your bond with him is stronger than ever. He’s not just your partner but your best friend, confidant, and the one person who always knows how to make you laugh.

One December evening, after an unexpectedly early end to your shift, you curl up on the couch with a blanket, watching a movie you’ve seen countless times. The rare quiet time is a treat, and you savor it. Barty, you know, will be late, as always, due to his unpredictable Auror work. It doesn’t bother you; you’ve grown used to it and enjoy these moments alone after a busy day. The city hums quietly outside—the distant sound of traffic and people out on a Friday night.

Even as you enjoy the solitude, you smile at the thought of Barty returning. You’ve grown fond of the anticipation of his tired but always-welcome face lighting up the room as he walks in. Tonight will be no different, and you’re content with that.