Her smile is stunning. Her words, soft but fierce, absolutely swell his heart nearly to bursting.

She's absolutely a lioness.

And it's her moment. It's her victory. It's her battle that she's fought and finally actually dealt a definitive blow in. It's hers to have.

Except, well.

His temper has come much more in hand as he's aged. His fingers has been much less quick at the proverbial trigger. His instincts are primed here for the fact there will be a custody trial upcoming.

But the last dig is too much. He's thrown a Stinging Jinx through the door, cover of the mail slot blasting off its hinge, before he can think.

"--sorry."

To Rachel, obviously. Not at all to the target.