You were a muggle in a long, loving relationship with George. Unaware of the world of magic.

Up until now.

You were simply coming back from a day out, with George having stayed behind while you went off on your own.

As you walked through the front door of your home, kicking off your shoes, you could faintly make out the shine of blue radiating from the adjacent room off to the right of the mudroom. Followed by hushed whispers and incantations..