And, before she knew it, it was off to business. She took Sunny to daycare in the morning, went to Quidditch practice, then off to work in the Ministry. The work itself made up for everything else about it. The Ministry was full of pawns and peons, and she felt as though no one was a friend. It was so different from the last time she worked there where she had her team, headed up by Teddy who could almost be called a friend, and when she knew every Auror by name and could joke and laugh with them. She remembered riding an intern into Zoe Gould's office when the intern had snarked her one quip too many. Working for the Ministry used to be fun.
Now, she worked. She investigated Blood. She searched for information on the marriage law. She tossed insults Fred's way when he strolled by her office. No one asked about her marriage because she was an Unspeakable. Hardly anyone even knew she was actually working in the Ministry, and whether or not they were even allowed to talk to her. So she went relatively undisturbed. The hours ticked by and she soon realized she had overstayed past when she was due home.
She packed away her work for the day, picking the folders she would be going over later in the evening and slipping them into her knapsack. A quick stroll through the Ministry and a turn on her heel and she was walking through the village she called home. She liked the walk and often took it to clear her head of the troubles of work. Jack was the sort to carry everything with her, eveywhere she went. The knapsack of her back, full of snacks, pranks, and work, was definitive proof of that. Even at home, she thought of James Blood and marriage laws and the Order of the Phoenix and friends and loyalties and poltergeists and... well, Jack was always mulling things over.
But on that daily walk through her village, she never let herself become to steeped in thought. She knew it was dangerous, so she tried to keep her head above those waters. And on this walk, she found herself relatively at ease. It wasn't until she reached the gate that she had an unsettling thought.
She was married to the man inside the house.
She faltered, but forced herself inside. She had to prove to herself that there would be no change. And, of course, when she entered, everything was the same as it always was. She was immediately put to work by Sunny, and she made comments under her breath for only Charlie to hear, grinning all the while. The family worked easily together and soon they were settling down to eat the meal prepared for them, wholly preoccupied by the ease of routine to have to deal with any new challenges presented.
That's when Charlie piped in. Jack could not be irked - was this not EXACTLY what she had done at the dinner party with Fred and Claire? Reminded everyone of the elephant in the room. Her eyes immediately met Max's, and then looked away just as quickly. Neither had said it, but she was pretty sure they were avoiding that whole 'consummate the marriage and make babies' part of the law. So the need for sharing a room had not really come up.
He stuttered through and, as much as Jack wanted to keep things the same, she knew sacrifices would have to be made. And, there was the possibility (maybe even the likelihood) that the Ministry would have ways of checking the status of their marriage. Separate rooms was a dead giveaway. Max looked to her again and her eyes rose from her plate, making her decision though she knew would regret it later when the consequences hit.
"I mean, I can't leave my room, because the animals are used to sleeping in there but... I mean... it's a nice sized room." Jack looked at Max, shrugging. Trying everything she could to make this whole ordeal as nonchalant as possible. "I mean... Charlie's room's weirdly temporary, and she's going to be here awhile..." Another hefty shrug.
So... Max was really moving in now.
Jack helped wash dishes after dinner, forcing the day to seem as normal as possible. Twenty four hours before, Gabby had been dragging the girls off to give Max and Jack their space, leaving Max and Jack to stare at each other, at an utter loss as to how to proceed. It seemed the majority of their marriage would pan out this way.
She reviewed her work, changed into her pajamas, ate some ice cream, watched some television. Tonight, it felt a lot less like a relaxation exercise and more like an exercise in stalling. But, soon enough, she was in her bedroom, and then in her bathroom, brushing her teeth. She heard footsteps in her room. Max was moving about. Ho, boy.