A fresh start
Our story starts in Rubeus and Olympe's house.
Olympe sighed. "Zis is ze life. Why, oh why, didn't we zink of doing zis before zat old guy wiz no nose died?"
Rubeus chuckled. "Do yeh mean Voldemort?"
Olympe nodded.
Rubeus smirked. "Only yeh could call him tha' an make it sound funny, Ol."
Olympe smiled. "Zank you, my dearest 'airy friend. Ze truth is sometimes funnier zan we first zink."
Rubeus sighed. "I have bin thinking 'bout you an' I Iately an' our new life thegether as husband an' wife. I... thinkweshouldmove."
Olympe raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, what was zat last part, Rubeus?"
Rubeus muttered, "I think we should move."
Olympe gasped. "As in what? Ze car, 'ouse, country?"
Rubeus told her, "Country."
Olympe frowned. "Why?"
Rubeus took a deep breath. "I jus' think it's time fer a fresh start in France."
Olympe unexpectedly grinned. "France? You should 'ave led wiz zat."
Rubeus asked, "Is tha' a yes?"
Olympe beamed, "Of course it is!"