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.
"Honey- Zoey is here-"