Harry and Hermione were certain that television was one of the best inventions of the muggle world. They enjoyed watching it without thinking much about it. And sometimes it played in the background while they did other things.
But they found that some of the channels weren't great for their nerves. Anything that involved death was not something they wanted to watch. And suspense made it to the point where wands were subconsciously drawn.
When they gathered together with friends they had to pick something that wasn't likely to make anyone upset. The food network wound up being the preferred choice.
"What's on today?" Ron asked.
He'd brought Lavender for their weekly gathering. She stood meekly, a small pie in her hands. She looked at the men who were already there and back at the pie.
"I don't think this is going to be enough," she said to Hermione.
Hermione took the pie. "Don't worry," she assured Lavender. "This is the first time Ron's brought you to these gatherings. If anything, he should have told you how many people were going to be here."
"Hey," Ron said. "Why are you picking on me? I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like you guys haven't brought people."
"And we've always told Ginny, Dean, Luna, Viktor, and everyone just how many people we were expecting," Harry said.
"Not to mention that it's hard to get out of inviting your spouse," Hermione added. "Just how is Luna?"
Harry frowned. His wife wasn't doing as well as he might have hoped. Better than she had been doing the previous week, but that wasn't hard.
"Morning sickness still seems to be a huge misnomer for her. She's finally keeping some food down, and the healers let her come home. But she said that even the idea of being here today was making her nauseous," Harry said.
"Fair enough," Hermione said. "She's been having a rough time with that."
"I'm sorry," Lavender said. "Padma's been having more success. But just barely."
They settled down on the couch and chairs that had been assembled in Hermione and Viktor's living room. Hermione turned on the television and selected the proper channel.
"You never did tell us what we're watching," Ron's said.
"Jamie Oliver," Hermione said. "It's not as if you can't look up the answer before you get here."
They all settled down to watch the show. After a while about half the food was gone and several people were dozing. Hermione had her head on Viktor's stomach. And she could feel his stomach rumble at the food on the screen. In spite of the fact that he had just eaten.
Things were good.