Hugo twitches uncomfortably on the hard wooden stool. "Ouch, Mum!" He yells impatiently, attempting, without much success to move out of reach of her wand and mediocre (at best) hair cutting skills.
"Sorry, sorry!" Hermione mumbles, staring down at the book in her hands. "Your grandmother usually does this, you know!" She says exasperatedly, as she turns the pages. "It's not my fault she went to Uncle Percy's for dinner. I'm no good at cutting hair."
Hugo sighs, and closes his eyes, trying not to clutch his ear in pain. "Mum?"
Hermione stills behind him, perhaps startled by his serious tone. She has always been good at reading him, maybe she already knows what he will ask. He twists around halfway on the tall stool. "Why isn't Lily going to Hogwarts with me?"
His mother can't seem to understand that he isn't a child anymore, and she wraps his in a backwards hug. He's eleven for goodness sakes, and tomorrow he will be on a train to Hogwarts. Hermione releases him after a moment, pulling out her book again and sniffling suspiciously. "Your sister knows, so I suppose I should tell you too, huh?"
Hugo starts to nod enthusiastically, and then remembers his mother is attempting to trim his unruly red locks. He freezes in place, lest he come into contact with a wandering spell. "Yes."
"You know Uncle Harry-" She begins, as if he could forget his uncle, who at the young age of seventeen, saved the world from the most dangerous wizard to ever walk the Earth. He nods, urging her to continue, he's always been interested in anything concerning his parent's famous best friend. "He suffered a lot in the War and he-um, he decided that his children would never go to Hogwarts. He wanted them to live normal lives, that is why we don't see them often. Harry did not want them to know of magic."
"That's dumb."
Hermione gasps. "What?"
Hugo's hand jumps to his mouth, sometimes he can't stop his thoughts from forming into words. "Sorry. I just mean-shouldn't it be their choice?"
"I suppose so." Hermione nods, comforted by his calmer answer. Some days Hugo thinks Hermione believes he is to much like his father. Ron has an annoying manner of saying what he is thinking also.
His mother tousles his trimmed hair, except for a scratch on his left ear caused by a wayward wand, he has survived unscathed. "You'll be fine tomorrow." She whispers in his ear. "Remember, Rose will be there with you."