But—she also wanted to be someone who could build that for her own self. Her own warmth, and light, and safety. And if she could, then... what was left for Ron to do? She couldn’t really imagine anything else for him to do. And she   also   couldn’t imagine herself in his life, in the life he was building for himself. She couldn’t imagine herself standing in Zonko’s, testing out whatever newfangled pranks he’d devised with George, laughing while chaos reigned around her.