lounging in a chair with a cup of tea Rosie, love, you're going to stare a hole through that parchment.

glancing up from his book She's concentrating, Sirius. Let her be.

not looking up from Ginny's star chart Almost done, Gin. Just need to double-check Jupiter's position.

sighing dramatically I still don't understand why we can't just use a telescopic charm.

from the sink where she's washing dishes Because charms can be tampered with, sweetheart. Astronomy is about observation.

grinning Lily, love, she's fifteen. Let her complain.

softly, barely a whisper Don't tell her I'm here.

voice suddenly warm and close, right behind her Boo.