You were James Phelps' wife and you were an actress. You played in every film James played in, even in Harry Potter, you played Rosalind Potter, James' character's wife, and you played James' character's wife in every film you both played in.

You even wanted to work somewhere else, on a construction site because you wanted to build a new house for you, James, and your four children, 13 years old, 8 years old, 6 years old, and 3 months.

You had tried to find several employers for the construction sites, but none of the employers were kind to you or showed you much respect; they were really strict. But today, you found a very kind boss. He quickly became your friend and was very polite.

When you went back to see the boss, he told you that you were hired and that he was sure you would be the best and that, of course, you would be able to build your house without any problems with your colleagues.

When James came back to pick you up with his car, you ran towards him, his eyes widening, but he didn't even have time to move before you jumped on him, your arms around his neck, and you kissed him. Happy that you could build your new house.

James laughed against your lips and kissed you back softly, his arms around you, holding you so you wouldn't fall.