She excused herself and took her bag into the bathroom, rifled through the clothing she had shrunken to Barbie doll size and chose for herself, and selected a very simple pair of blue shorts--a pair she often used for running in when the weather was warm, and a tee shirt she bought at some muggle store, in battleship gray that advertised some sort of muggle soda. Over that she simply wrapped up in her favorite long gray flannel robe. It was soft and comfortable, and something she dearly loved. It felt good on such a nasty night outside. She combed out her wet and tangled hair and felt much better. She shrank the other clothing that she had worn, and put it into the bag and returned to the living room.
"That feels much bettter," She smiled. She picked up her cup again and sat down, warming her hands around the cup again. "You know, you have really excellent, strong Defense Against the Dark Arts energies around you. You have all the energies of a really well trained warrior. It seems odd to me that we haven't met before this with as many skirmishes that we both have undoubtedly been through. I bet we would probably actually enjoy working together to try to get rid of these Death Eaters and things that are such a huge thorn in our proverbial backsides. Energies like yours don't get to be as strong as they are without a certain love for the adrenaline and the chase, and usually the fighting. Maybe someday we'll get that chance. I think I would like that. There is a part of me that really does like dueling. I got that truly from the Lupin family.
"Makes me wonder what Abbey will be like when she's born. With Rob's impulsiveness, and my love for fighting, we could be creating a really impossible child, you know. And if she has my gift for getting into trouble, Rob will simply lock her in her room until she's eighteen. I really hope she doesn't turn out too much like either one of us, actually." She laughed. "That reminds me. I have not had the pleasure of meeting my mother in law. Rob and Jen have consistently told me she and Grandma are a bit 'different'? Come on, Gibbs. They can't be that different. I mean, you all turned out alright. They can't be as bad as Rob and Jen say they are-- Right?"