Aurelia gave Norvel a fond smile as his large hands surrounded hers. He had a point, as always, and it cheered her up some that Norvel thought there was hope yet for her marriage. “Thank you, my friend,” she said, bringing up her other hand to lay on top of his. “You’re always very good at brightening my mood.”
“I believe part of the reason I am so melancholy is because I miss Twonk,” she said looking down at their hands. “I miss home, but here is my home now.” She gave a little sigh. “Scotland is our home, now, right?” She knew Norvel wanted them to maintain what made them different, but did he consider this home?
“Of what use would I be if I made you feel worse?” He asked rather seriously, and then broke into a peel of loud and deep throated laughter. “Do not worry. Thaddeus just needs some encouragement. Perhaps I can talk to him.” How exactly one managed to tell someone to stop ignoring their wife and not sound like an ingrate was currently beyond him. However, he was sure he would figure something out.
He followed her gaze down to their hands as she asked him where home was. It was a rather hard question for him to answer. Norvel was not sure where his home was these days. He was not welcomed in Twonk and ever since he had arrived in England he had been shuffled from Court to Hogwarts like cattle. “I miss Twonk too.” He said, the weight of his past decisions weighing heavy on him. Norvel ran his fingers along the back of Aurelia’s hand, trying to decide if he considered this place home.
“Yes.” Norvel said definitively, lifting his eyes from their hands to meet hers. “This is our home now.” He smiled and looked around the room. Keeping one hand in hers, he reached out and grabbed the nearest pillow on the couch. “We just need a few more drapes and a few more of these.” He said, gently lobbing the pillow at her with a chuckle. “And then it will feel like home.”