Before the sun can deliver you
Tuesday, May 22 :: Evening
Ideally by this time Vera felt she should have a bridal shower all planned and ready to go.
Life had intervened, however, in the form of a mother with a broken hip. She had the finest care money could provide, of course, and wanted for nothing other than the presence of her many children, but it had been a sobering reminder of how different being in one's late seventies was for a wizard than it was for a Muggle.
Planning party games and selecting favors that didn't offend Vera's sense of taste had to take a backseat.
Life went on, however, and Vector had made good work of this evening out in Hogsmeade. She settled up her tab in the tea shop and gathered the various pamphlets and catalogs she'd picked up and exited the shop for the walk through the brisk evening air to Hogwarts.
She made it to the corner before enountering a familiar — if not seen in much too long a time — figure.
"Rose? Rose! Darling, we've been concerned about you, where have you been?"