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Tobias didn't just feel old because it was his birthday, he felt old in his bones and soul. It wasn't a good feeling, getting older. Even though he was only a margin of the age of some of the wizards in the world reached, it still felt horrible to turn twenty seven. And have a wife that hated you. Tobias made himself at home in the living room, more than a little upset that Mafalda hadn't been home to greet him on his birthday, but it served him right. He'd stopped asking where she went or what she did, even though it drove him absolutely insane not to know where she was. But, like she'd said it was his own damn fault and he didn't have any right to ask anything of her.

He was indeed listening to the wireless, a recap of the weekend's quidditch matches. Tobias looked up from his slumped position on the couch (he figured he could stuff posture for the evening) and raised an eyebrow at her almost loving actions, which was a complete turn about from earlier this week. "Thanks," he said quietly, taking the beer and leaning back just a little, desperately wishing this were a normal thing, instead of an abnormal one. He almost didn't want to say anything more to dispel the moment. He set his mostly empty drink aside and opened the one she gave him with a grateful smile. "Caleigh with Estella?" he guessed.