Every cloud
Our story starts in Myrtle's bathroom. After her wedding, she has been down in the dumps. Her husband Griphook has been visiting as often as he can to find out what's wrong.
Griphook said, "Please, for the love of Merlin, get down from up there, dear."
Myrtle sighed. "What's the point?"
Griphook stated, "You can't sulk any longer. Tell me, what's up with you?"
Myrtle floated down beside him and muttered, "The wedding, it well, got me thinking about our age difference mostly."
Griphook reminded her, "Age is only a number."
Myrtle frowned. "And how we can never..."
Griphook prompted, "Never?"
Myrtle exclaimed, "Have children!"
Griphook rolled his eyes and responded, "I don't want any."
Myrtle admitted, "Neither do I."
Griphook raised an eyebrow. "Then, why have you been so upset over this?"
Myrtle shrugged. "I figured that you would leave me for a Goblin or witch who can bear you children."
Griphook smirked. "Where would I find another girl like that?"
Myrtle giggled. "I bet that the Muggles have a saying for this."
Griphook suggested, "Every cloud has a silver lining."