Bob's office, Thursday evening

Teaching the children to take better care of themselves was all well and good – and at least they stood a slightly better chance of listening to him than Harry ever did – but it wasn’t as if Bob himself had to. Eating and sleeping were right out for the most part, and the only magic he had he used just by existing. So if he wanted to stay up to all hours working on the details of a new spell, why shouldn’t he?

He frowned at his latest runes, swiped one of them out of the air and replaced it, then stared at it again. It was an improvement… Maybe if Harry tested it for him, he could improve it from there. He’d gotten better over the years, but progress was slow-going when it was all theoretical, and this sort of thing had really been more Winifred’s strength than his.

He smiled wistfully, thinking of her. So many years, and he’d never forgotten. Likely he couldn’t, given the way his memory worked now, but even if it hadn’t, he’d have clung to it fiercely. Her own fierceness and beauty demanded no less.

Bob smiled, sighed, and dismissed the runes after committing them to memory. Maybe he should take a bit of a walk.


[OOC: Establishy, but open to anyone who might want to wander by!]