Her eyes darken, body tenses. How dare he come to  her  place and accuse her of hallucinating when it’s him who fucks other women in  their  house, in  their  bedroom, in  their bed? "Get out," she repeats, her wand pointed at him. She doesn’t care he is an Auror, she doesn’t care it’s a crime to threaten him with a wand. She is more than happy to do so with a knife, if needed. "Get out and never come back here, Ronald. We are done."