The Weasley way
Meanwhile, at the humble Weasley abode, Ron and Harry were in the process of being scolded to next century and back.
The Weasley matriarch stood, hands on hips, in the doorway leading from the living room to the kitchen. Her hair frizzy as her magic aura sensed her rising anger.
''What in the name of almighty Merlin were you thinking?'' her voice raising to an alarmingly high pitch ''You know we have little to spend, Ronald. Yet you go out and somehow manage to spend a preposterous amount of money on a broomstick!''
''But mum!'' Ron whined ''Everyone already received their war hero money. Harry spent that much as well. ''
Harry sent a tired glare at his redheaded friend. He chose to stay quiet not wanting Molly's wrath unleashed on him.
Despite his silence, Molly turned to him. ''Don't think silence can fool me, young man.'' she reprimanded. ''both of you boys are grounded, and I'm confiscating these brooms for a week. I'll have a couple of words with Narcissa and Anatalia.''
''Mum!'' rom protested loudly, ''a week is way too long!''
''Would you rather me burn them?'' she asked with a maniacal glamorous in her eyes. ''Mhm, I thought so.'' she said.
They flooed back to the manor. Talia agreed to Molly's punishment but Narcissa chose to pass her judgement to Hermione. Who quickly agreed, much to Draco's disappointment.
''Mate, what happened to your eye?'' Harry asked pointing at Draco's now blackening eye.
''Quidditch: a world History; can be used for a lot more than research and reading.'' He replied holding his eye softly. ''Never get her angry when she has a lot of heavy books at her disposal, Blaise. She's a bloody force to be reckoned with.'' The blonde warned Blaise. Blaise's only response was an audible gulp.