"If there's one thing that will never change, it's that. Everything else is up to whims."

He sits with his renewed cup of tea and slides her the plate of shortbread biscuits. Harry raises his eyebrows in surprise, trying not to sputter on his tea. Oh, right. He'd definitely told her that bit, hadn't he? Why did he have to be so maudlin when writing her? Now, the statement sounds dramatic.

"Oh, er. It's just been busy at the Ministry, so we mainly just meet up at the pub for drinks? I go to the Weasleys for dinner sometimes. You know Mrs. Weasley, she worries too much sometimes."

It has been difficult, but it should feel easy compared to finding and destroying Horcruxes. The expectation set on him to be a great Auror and the stress of failure have made the satisfaction of the job not as worthwhile. Maybe he's just burnt out and needs a holiday.