It had only been a couple of weeks since the battle. Everything still felt weird as if their whole world had changed in the blink of an eye. And it had. It was as if everyone was walking on egg shells in a way that made her feel uncomfortable, Marlow wishing everyone would just snap out of it, would be happy for the peace and quiet and go on with their lives. But too much had happened, too much was lost and she knew it would be a long time before anyone would feel comfortable again.
She was unpacking, her trunk open in the middle of the bedroom and things tossed everywhere. She had lost quite a bit during the war, when they all took refuge in the Room of Requirement, and her trunk was emptier than usual. But Newt was still crawling around her bed, pawing at an old sweater and Brutus was cooing on the windowsill.
The relief emitting through the room was palpable.
Just as she was trying to sort where all her books would go, her mum called from downstairs.