"Harry, I still don't know if this is a good idea." Hermione Weasley looked around the entrance hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nervously. The room was filled with the excited murmuring of milling students and the clanging of a Muggle film crew setting up lights and sound equipment.
"It's brilliant, Hermione? See how interested the students are already? And Neville's right chuffed to have such an important role in the Muggle Culture Awareness Campaign."
Harry had turned to the Muggle-born Auror next to him to go over all of the precautions to keep any evidence of magic from their guests. "I believe it's easier because they're Americans, sir," the Auror explained. "They seem more willing to accept some things as being different just because it's Scotland."
"Good," Harry replied. "Just keep a close watch." Harry adjusted his Muggle suit. Hermione was likewise dressed in the part of a Muggle government official.
"They're here." The pronouncement made by someone near the doors was met with an even more excited murmuring from the crowd.
A tall ginger-haired man in a Muggle security guard's uniform slipped into the group waiting to welcome the visitors. "What did I miss?"
"Shh, Ron," his wife responded, pasting on her 'political' face, though he could still see apprehension in her eyes.
After a brief welcoming speech, Harry escorted the five men from their hired black Range Rover into the castle, and up the stairs toward the base of Gryffindor Tower, where Professor Longbottom was awaiting his makeover. Ron's job was to guard the front doors. As his wife started to follow the entourage, he held her back. She turned to meet his confused gaze. "You know that I still don't understand Muggles that well myself after all of these years," he began.
Hermione nodded, sensing that her husband was trying very hard not to offend her.
"But," he lowered his voice, "how is Neville supposed to catch a girl by being coached by a bunch of …"
"What, Ron?"
He was unsure of how to continue. "It's just, I'm not sure how much they know about GIRLS, if you catch my meaning."
Hermione rolled her eyes, gave him a quick peck, and walked away up the staircase to attend to her official duties, but Ron could see from behind the undeniable look of his wife stifling a laugh.