Her heavy bag hung in the corner, her light gloves hanging next to it from a hook. She ignored the gloves, wanting to feel the punishment on her hands... today. Stretching her legs, she could feel the muscles protesting slightly then starting to warm. She stretched one arm above her head, grabbing it with her other hand just at the elbow and pulling. She repeated with the other, shaking and rolling her head. She stepped barefoot to the bag, lifting her hands and fisting them as she eyed her. "Look, I'm sorry. I had no intention of upsetting you."That didn't help, as she kept on crying. I felt silly just standing there, but then I smelled something. Something burning. I was faster than she, and turned off the oven, but whatever she had been cooking had burned. She was standing behind me, looking at their devastated dinner. When I looked at her, I already recognized her expression. But now I reacted before she could, and took hold of her hands."Oh no you don't! I'm not going to take. A couple of the guys wheeled over two kegs and the lawn chairs were being disbursed. As the afternoon passed on I sat in a huge circle with my wife and neighbors all talking about the economy, kids, work, and who was planning on doing work in their yards or houses. One of the moms sitting next to me lives three doors down (Vicky and Bruce) they have a daughter same age as mine in her first year of college (Jenny). She and her husband have always been very friendly. She commented on how. You see he owned a lot of muggle objects and contraptions in his work shed. Amongst the numerous stuff he'd scavenged from waste tips and carboot sales was some weights and a running bike. He'd always overlooked them as he had no idea what they did or what they were for. However when Harry had come visited him in his work shed he'd explained a lot about the things in there, including showing Arthur how to use the gym equipment and how they could help him get in shape. So Arthur had been.