Chapter 29: A Visit to the Burrow

Friday morning came early, unfortunately. Instead of getting up immediately and working, though, Enid laid in bed and ordered room service. Once that was done she lounged around a bit, read the paper, and decided that more coffee was in order. After a quick trip out for the strongest possible coffee and back in her hotel room, entirely too full of caffeine, Enid sat at the little table and began assembling some of her notes from the previous interviews. In contrast to her usual work her data was...there was no two ways about it, it was completely all over the place. That description didn't even begin to start on the fact that she had no written information for her interview with George and Luna. That remained unlistened to on the Dictaspool.

Deciding that her next interview required much more of her former professionalism, Enid decided to take a shower and present a much more put-together package than the one that had fallen asleep in the Triple Dub. After a completely refreshing cleansing, as the facilities of the Raging Hippogriff were decidedly upscale and much different than the usual hotels she stayed at on assignment, Enid stood in front of the mirror and stared at her appearance.

"I'm no Daphne Greengrass, that's for sure."

She dried her hair with her wand, wishing that her shoulder-length brown hair was a little more...something. She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath, making a slight swishing motion with her hair and then stood as the hair fell into the sink. She'd thought about bangs before, and liked the idea of her bangs sliding off to the side, presenting a different look, but instead had always had her hair the same way; all one length, straight. But now? It didn't look that bad, she thought, as she reached for her magical contacts and then stopped, her hand hovering over the case. Glasses. She needed to look more presentable, professional, and the glasses would help. Retrieving them from her makeup case she put them on and considered them with her glasses; not a bad look. They were a bit old-fashioned, large oval hornrims that flattened slightly at the bottom, but they would work.

She took off her glasses, applied her makeup and then went back in and stood in a towel trying to decide what exactly to wear to meet Hermione Weasley. "No, no, that's much too casual...I have to wear that to the ceremony...but it's horrible. Dammit. I need something new."

Decision made she pulled out a favorite pair of jeans, a somewhat worn plaid shirt she'd stolen from her older brother's closet and a chunky, cable-knit wool sweater over top. Sliding into the boots she was glad she'd brought them, as the weather was definitely appropriate for the boots that had served her well in the past. Taking a quick look at the clock, noting that she had approximately six hours until she was to interview Hermione, Enid took a deep breath and headed out.

Robe Row, as they called the new little section off of Diagon Alley, was a bit of a surprise. She'd expected small shops like those fronting the street in Diagon Alley; a bit dark and shabby in places, not very modern, and very discreet. Robe Row was nothing like that. Large, modern shop windows displayed their goods with moving mannequins, brightly painted exteriors and even the gloom of the rainy day did nothing to diminish the bright lighting. She passed the red exterior of Intent, Lady Greengrass' shop, but unlike the other windows there were no mannequins or any other magic displayed in the window, only the large, discreet font of the letters. Knowing there was no way she'd be able to afford anything in there she kept going, looking at the shops and trying to make a judgement based on the windows, but finally gave up and went into a store named Regal Robes simply because they had a sale sign on the window.

Some of the robes looked nice, decent quality and of a modest cut, but unfortunately everything on the sale rack seemed a bit...not her taste. Wonderful if she was going to present something to the Wizarding Congress in 1997 but in 2017? Woefully out of date. She turned then to the robes that weren't on sale, chatted briefly to the attendant that she was 'just looking' but then she heard a male voice say 'Come on, Hermione, you just bought a new robe last month.' Popping her head around the rack she couldn't believe it; there, sitting mournfully in a chair next to the dressing rooms, was Charlie Weasley. And then, much to Enid's surprise, Hermione came out of the little hallway to the dressing room and stood in front of the viewing mirrors, adjusting the front of a deep burgandy robe.

"That was for work, this is different. I'm being interviewed for the Journal, love." She paused, turning her shoulder slightly to get a better look from the side. "Does this say 'I do serious work but I don't take myself too seriously?"

Unable to turn away Enid watched as 'Unca Chuuuuck' ran a hand through his hair, and then immediately mentally scolded Reggie for implanting that into her brain. As he told her that she looked fine, as always, something shot into the shop and began bobbing next to her, an orange envelope. She tried grabbing it but it bobbed away; unfortunately for her it also began saying 'Message for Enid West, American Wizarding Journal.' As the envelope finally stopped bobbing she caught it, sighed and then realized that every eye in the place was on her.

"Ask her." Charlie pointed directly at Enid. "You're meeting with her, after all. I think." He waved Enid over.

Without opening her envelope Enid sighed, straightened her shoulders and went over to where the Weasleys waited for her. She did notice that while Hermione seemed slightly mortified her husband was smirking. Thinking quickly she tried to assume her professional manner. "Hello, yes, it's me you'll be with...meeting, you'll be meeting with me, later. This afternoon. Not here, um, at the Raging..."

"You sound like her secretary. The first one." Charlie looked over to his wife. "What was that girl's name, the one who couldn't say anything, it all came out in a jumble?"

Hermione gave him a look. "It was Ophelia but that's not important." She turned to Enid, gave her a pleasant look and put out her hand. "Hermione Weasley, pleased to meet you."

Enid shook her hand quickly, hoping she didn't feel her sweaty palms. "Enid West, a pleasure." She let go of Hermione's hand and then followed her eyes down to the orange envelope. "I suppose I should read this."

"Nah, you can tear it up. It's from us." Charlie pointedly ignored the look his wife was giving him. "We're rescheduling. Ron an' Jack are having us out to dinner tonight. Just got in a bit ago and someone wanted to prepare for an interview. New robe, you know. Same thing?"

Feeling her shoulders droop, and her one chance of making a professional first impression shot to hell, Enid nodded. "Guilty as charged."

"Well." He got up and handed Hermione a small, beaded handbag. "Looks like you two have got this, then. I'm off to the Burrow." Hurriedly waving at his wife Charlie laughed very quietly and quickly made his way out of the shop.

The two witches looked at each other until Hermione rolled her eyes. "I swear he thinks it's sheer torture to come shopping with me."

"Sounds like my brother." Enid nodded. "It does look nice."

"Thank you, I think so, too." Hermione paused. "Since neither of us has had the chance to prepare, would you care to join us? Ron won't mind, I swear Jack fixes enough food for fifty. Has to, with that many mouths to feed, and with those genes. I'll let him know. Back in a moment."

-ooo-

Even though Enid tried to dissuade Hermione that it wouldn't be proper for her to show up up for dinner Hermione wouldn't hear of it, saying that she'd sent a Patronus off to the Burrow in the changing room, and when Enid had lamented that she wasn't dressed properly Hermione snort-laughed that, if anything, Enid was over-dressed for the Burrow.

After a rather unsettling sidealong apparition with one of her political heroes Enid stood at the edge of a small clearing; a post stood to one side with a solid orange flag as the wind whipped it about. She pushed her new fringe out of her eyes and looked off in the distance to see what must be their destination. There was something a little bit off about the house, as if it was going to topple over, but she didn't say a word as she followed Hermione's lead. Thankfully her questions didn't need to be answered as Hermione filled her in with a quick word.

"It's better than the old Burrow, I must say, even though I loved the old place. The former house was destroyed during the war, and even though this is technically the New Burrow it looks alarmingly like the old one. Of course, with all the kids Ron and Jack had to add on and apparently Ron takes after his father when it comes to construction. Molly, his mum, lives with them now and helps out with everything." They walked forward some more and then she turned to Enid. "I should warn you, the first time at the Burrow can be a bit...overwhelming. I would say it usually isn't...as chaotic, that's the word, but...it usually is."

As they got closer Enid noticed a large shed off a ways from the house, with one of the open doors revealing what looked like a Muggle car. "Is that..." She motioned towards the shed. "What I think it is?"

"What? Oh. The shed." Hermione nodded. "Jack's father works with cars and he and Ron started a magical car dealership. Jack's father deals with the cars, and Ron helped him with some of the magical parts and such but then he turned it over to a witch with...well, more talent. They use the cars to go see her family."

They were almost at the door when it flung open and a red-haired boy about eight began running past them. Enid heard him half-scream 'I didn't do it!' and then out of the corner of her eye saw a teenage girl go running after the boy. The two witches stood there and watched as the boy ran one way, cut the other way to throw off the rapidly gaining girl, and then scrambled up a tree.

Hermione shook her head. "Well, I see we're off to a great start."

Turning back to the door Enid saw a face she'd seen before, usually staring at her from the back of a dust jacket from one of her books. Instead of how he looked in the pictures, though, the real-life Ron Weasley wore an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a rather large cat symbol.

"Hullo, Hermione. Did you see...oh. Hello there, you must be the reporter."

Enid nodded. "Enid West, I'm so sorry to intrude, Mr. Weasley, but Mrs. Weasley..."

He waved her off. "Just give up on the polite stuff, we'll never figure out who you're talking to. It's fine, we got Hermione's patronus. Go on in, I have to go save Ed. Minnie's gonna kill him." He started walking towards the tree. "Oi, Hermione, I forgot, tell Jack that Harry an' Dora are coming too."

Somewhat in a daze Enid followed Hermione inside, and the noise in the house didn't faze her, as she was coming to grips with the fact that Lord Potter and Lady Black would be joining them as well for dinner. She felt her stomach drop; she didn't have a Dictaspool, her notes and research were back at the Raging Hippogriff. The most important interviews of her life and she was going to fail.

"You did warn her, didn't you?" Charlie looked over to his wife from the kitchen table. Seeing Hermione's nod he nodded towards Enid. "Is she ok?"

"Miss West?" Hermione tapped her on the arm. "Enid?"

Enid knew in some part of her brain that Hermione was talking to her but it wasn't really registering. Instead she was taking everything in; the large clock on the far wall with so many hands pointing to different labels such as 'Home', 'Asleep' and unfortunately for the Weasley children 'In Trouble.' The asleep one wasn't hard to tell as a small girl with brown hair somehow slept in a cot by the wall right next to two boys wrestling. A teenage girl wearing headphones to block out the noise read a magazine in a chair while a boy who looked to be around five was commentating a match between his flying Quidditch players set; apparently one of the players was in trouble for blatching and was complaining quite loudly. Off somewhere a wireless was playing, somehow she could make it out, but it all reminded her of how visiting the Wheezes shop was an assault on the senses, so many things going on at once and so...noisy. Cacophonous. Turning her attention back to the kitchen table she saw two women sitting drinking tea as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, an older woman with snow white hair and a younger woman with short brown hair. Finally the sensation of being touched brought her out of her reverie. She turned to Hermione. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I know it's a lot to take in." Hermione gave her a 'what can you do' smile. "Come on, let me introduce you."

Enid had just introduced herself to Molly Weasley and Jack Weasley when the door opened again, introducing more noise. Ed, the boy who had climbed the tree, was being frog-marched into the house by his father, his older sister glaring smugly at her brother. Ron walked his son over to the large chair in front of the fireplace, deposited him in there and came over to the kitchen table.

"Well, Ed's gone and done it again. Snuck into her room. Again. Apparently he found the letter Minnie was writing her boyfriend and added a few lines. She wasn't pleased."

Jack shook her head. "He should know better than that. What are we doing this time?"

"No broom for a week, had to apologise to Min and he's off pudding tonight and tomorrow. Oh, and he's not going over to Hector's after the ceremony, he's coming home." He turned to Enid. "Sorry, but it's always a bit of a madhouse. You picked a good night, though, you'll get most of us tonight for questions and stuff."

"I don't have any of my things." Enid just blurted it out and then wished her mouth would have waited for her brain. "I'm sorry, I..."

"Ah, it's no problem." Ron turned towards the other room and waved at Minnie. "Min, could you go in my office and bring a notebook and..."

"How come Minnie gets to go in your office and I don't?" The little boy who had been playing with Quidditch figures stood at his father's elbow. "It's not fair."

Ron shook his head. "You know the rules, Stewart. No going in my office until you go to Hogwarts."

"Bollocks."

"Stewart Charles!" Jack leaned across the table. "You can join Ed on the naughty chair. Language!" After her disgruntled son walked away she turned to her husband. "I wonder where he gets it."

Ron kept her gaze but thumbed towards his brother. "Dragon keepers, you know. Horrible language."

-ooo-

On his insistence Enid sat alone at the desk, in the office of the world famous Ron Weasley. He'd insisted that they all give her some space to work on her notes and, as an aside, give her a bit of peace. She glanced down at her parchment and wondered how long it would take her to decipher her hurried handwriting later on. There had been the offer of a Dictaspool but unfortunately it turned out to have been fouled with jam somehow. The Weasley children were quite entertaining, as each of them were on their best behaviour as their mother had them introduce themselves formally. Lizzy, seventeen, was the daughter with the headphones. A seventh year at Hogwarts in Gryffindor, she indicated that she wanted to go into journalism after school. Enid promised to read some of her articles. Minnie, the angry fifteen year old from earlier, was in actuality a very pleasant girl in Hufflepuff. The two wrestling boys, Sam and Gideon, were twelve and ten respectively, the eldest of the two in Gryffindor while the younger was 'absolutely sure, like goblin rules sure' that he too would be in Gryffindor. Ed, who was still in trouble, tried to mitigate that by being on his best behaviour and was rather polite, informing her that he was eight but would be nine next month. Oh, and he was going to play Quidditch for Chudley when he left Hogwarts after being Head Boy and Quidditch Captain but he might be an Auror. Stewart, the youngest boy, was quite cute and told her that next year, when he was six, he was going to learn to fly a broom and then turned to his mum and told her that he didn't even say one curse word, not even the little curse words like shit. That put him back on the naughty chair. Isobel, the baby, slept in mother's arms as all the children intoduced themselves, quite content.

As for Ron himself, that was a rather interesting story. She knew the rough details, of course. After Hogwarts he had gone into the Ministry, working in his father's old department, and had shot up the ladder of the Ministry's Muggle Department. During that time he'd produced several documents on wizarding interaction with the Muggle world, aided by his close relationships with Jack's family. He and Jack had married not too long after that and that's when the children started coming. His first book was an outgrowth of his work at the Ministry, and when the opening for the Muggle Studies position became available at Hogwarts he was the obvious candidate. He'd been there for years, publishing books on occasion including a Muggle Studies textbook. Enid had asked him about the cars, and that had led to a series of rather funny stories about how he had learned to work on cars as well as drive from Jack's father.

Jack was a well-known example of how Muggles could integrate into the wizarding world. As the wife of a famous author she attended many functions, including her numerous charity work she completed alongside her mother-in-law, but what was amazing to Enid was how she managed to keep everything going at home with all the children. Thankfully she had married a Hogwarts professor during a time when not all the staff was required to stay at the school in the evenings, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She also joined her huband every year when they delivered Hogwarts letters to the Muggleborn. Jack also had maintained her friendships with Daphne Wood and Dora Potter-Black, as evidenced by the photographs in Ron's office from what must have been one of Daphne's fashion shows.

Turning the parchment over Enid sighed. Her notes for Charlie Weasley were scant, but based on her conversations with the man he probably wouldn't mind. He was easy-going, funny, and loved nothing more than to take the piss. Especially from his wife. Hermione Weasley was much different than what Enid had seen and read in the press, a woman who she liked instantly as she was obviously smart but used her intelligence for a purpose, working for equal rights amongst all magical persons. She was also quite funny, and listening to her teasing the others was somewhat of a shock. Instead of the Representative from Utah she was a woman who enjoyed teasing Ron about his Quidditch team amongst other things. She and Charlie had one son, Johnny, who was attending Ilvermony and unfortunately wouldn't be able to attend the ceremony; he was interning with an official at MACUSA and had a project due. Apparently the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

Molly was obviously the matriarch of the family, and doted on her grandchildren. It was her who the little ones came to for stories. Initially the New Burrow was her house, but after Lizzy was born she insisted that Ron and Jack move in, that she would find another house but the young parents had refused. She did visit her other children often, to give her son and his wife their space, and in an offhanded comment that surprised Hermione and Charlie she mentioned that she often accompanied Ron to Hogwarts to visit with her son Percy's ghost. She was quite proud that her son was the Gryffindor ghost, helping all those children.

With a sigh Enid placed all of her parchment in a tidy stack, bumping the eges of the pile to straighten a corner. She had almost got out of the chair when there was a knock followed immediately by the door opening.

"Wotcher, Enid, right? Brought you a drink, Hermione said you'd probably need it."

Enid stared as Nymphadora Euphemia Tonks-Potter, Lady Black herself, sat a beer bottle down on the desk and flopped in the nearby armchair. Instead of the posh dress from the fashion show picture she had on a pair of jeans, a rather well-worn pair of black combat boots and a blue shirt unbuttoned slightly at the collar. Her hair was shoulder length, a rather lurid shade of pink, and a pair of spectacles were perched upon the top of her head. After what must have been a rather obvious pause Enid stood up hurriedly. "Lady Black, I..."

"Oh shit, I thought Daph said you were alright. Stop it. None of that, I'll get enough of that later. No titles at the Burrow, thank Merlin." She took a drink of her own beer and looked at Enid, the beer bottle on the table, and then back to Enid. "I thought Fred said you were a drinker?"

"Crap." Enid sat back down and reached for the beer. "I knew that would come back to haunt me." She took a rather large drink. "Who told you? Reggie?"

"Nah, it was Fred. Don't worry, you're fine." She tilted her head a bit. "So how's the first trip to the Burrow been?" Dora laughed as after that question Enid took another drink. "I don't blame you. Be glad you're in here, Gid and Eddie are at it in there. Makes me happy ours are with Mum and Dad. Well, Teddy isn't, but...never mind." She sat up a bit straighter. "So how's your hand? You didn't write that pile..."

"This is just this afternoon's notes." Enid shrugged. "I wasn't planning on..."

"Hermione told me, don't worry. You need a Dictaspool."

"It's back at the hotel." Enid sighed. "Ron offered his but it, well..it was full of jam. And it seemed rude to leave and then come back."

As a loud bang was heard outside Dora shook her head. "Jack's a fucking saint, putting up with all of this. I'm glad we stopped at four. Wait a tic, it's at your hotel, right? Hold on, I got this." She looked towards the ceiling. "Kipsey?"

With a pop a house elf appeared. "You needs me, Mistress?"

Dora nodded. "I do. Kipsey, this is Enid. She needs you to go to her hotel room and get her Dictaspool. Oh wait, Enid, you need to give her permission. Do you give her permission to go to your room?" Seeing Enid nod Dora turned back to her elf. "There. Sorted. Thanks, Kipsey."

In what seemed like only a moment to Enid the house elf was back, not only with her Dictaspool but with extra cartridges. After thanking the house elf she made sure it was ready, turned it on and sat it on the desk. Almost immediately thereafter, though, she felt her heart race. "Oh no. I forgot to get the releases signed! Effie will..."

"It's fine, don't worry. We'll sort the paperwork later." Dora took another drink of beer. "So what'd you find out so far? Anything good? Daphne tell you about the time we got drunk and mooned the Danish ambassador? To be fair he was being a right arse."

Unfortunately for Enid she had just taken a drink when Dora said that, so most of the beer went out instead of in. Mortified, she realised that she had just spit beer all over Ron Weasley's desk.

"Brilliant!" Dora took out her wand and siphoned up all the beer. "Don't worry, I'm sure this isn't the first time something's been spilled in here. With Molly around I'm sure this place gets a good cleaning. Thank Merlin, think of...never mind. So, whattya want to know? The basics are boring."

"Um, for the record, background and everything, do you mind going through the basics?" Enid hoped the awkwardness of her tone didn't matter.

It didn't. Dora shrugged. "Sure, why not. Ok, you know the basic basics, right? Me an' Harry with the contract, all the shite that happened in the war, wedding and all that. Fuck knows they published the hell out of that. Hmmm...ok, so after everything calmed down Harry and I moved out to Madra Dubh, the little village on Potter land, in the house we built. I mean, sure, we go to Potter Lodge every now and then, especially for the big family do's and all that, but Madra Dubh is home. That's where we raised the kids. Oh, and there was this prophecy, I mean, crap, flipping prophecies all over the damn place, but I thought we'd only have girls and then boom! Here's Teddy. Well, if this is on the record it's Theodore Constantine. Shocked the hell out of me. Then came Maggie, it's Magdalene Molly but for Merlin's sake don't call her that, she's seventeen and one of the most annoying Slytherins you've ever seen. Inherited my metamorphagus skills, unfortunately as you probably saw in that article. Says she wants to work for Fred an' George but...that's enough of that. Lyra Euphemia, well, I blame Daphne for her. All she ever talks about is wanting to work for Daphne and I hope like hell she grows out of that, but at thirteen I wanted to play bass for a punk band so who knows what'll happen. She's a third year Gryffindor, just made the Quidditch team as a Beater of all things. Such a girly girl and then she goes and likes hitting people. That makes me proud. Last but not least is Cassie, Cassiopeia Lily. She just turned nine and you'd think it was going to take forever for her to get to Hogwarts. I'm hoping she'll be our one chance at a Ravenclaw, but we'll just have to see. Oh, Ted, right, sorry, forgot. He's twenty-one now and he's just like my dad, and don't I ever hear about that. Dad's so pleased it almost makes me want to pinch him every time I hear about it. He's off in America right now with..."

"The Lupins." Enid paled. "I'm sorry, Reggie Weasley told me he was...I'm sorry."

Dora narrowed her eyes. "What'd Reggie say? Sometimes I wonder about that kid." She tapped her finger against the beer bottle. "Nothing bad, I hope? Actually with Teddy it might do him some good to do something bad. Not too bad, mind you."

Enid swallowed hard. "No, nothing bad. It actually wasn't him, it was Luna and George, they said that Teddy is seeing Moon Rose Lupin."

"What?" Dora's eyes went wide and her mouth opened, then she clapped. "Yes! I knew it! I knew it! Harry owes me now. Brilliant." She laughed and sat back contentedly. "You know what, you just made my night. Ask me anything, anything. Fire away."

Enid paused for a moment and then reached over and turned off the Dictaspool. "If I can, if you really don't mind, this will be off the record. Everyone knows that you work as an ambassador for Britain to the International Confederation of Wizards and Witches, and that you also work for Gringotts, but the goblins won't discuss your actual work. They just call you an 'associate.' That's all that's ever been printed. What do you do for Gringotts?"

"Bloody fucking hell, sister, you don't fuck around, do ya?" She sat up and drained the rest of the beer. "Ok, since we're officially off the record and Effie said she trusts you I'm gonna go with it. But trust me when I say that if anyone ever knows this, or if I ever see this in print, you won't have me to deal with, you'll have Effie. And trust me, girlie, you do not want her hacked off at you. Hacked. That's rich, that would be the best possible outcome. Right. Fine. Ok, yeah, I'm an associate at Gringotts but you know how our Ministry has the Department of Mysteries? It's like that, but for Gringotts. Let's just say that after all the stuff that happened with me an' Harry and the goblins, prophecies and horcruxes and nasty shit like that I work as...well...um...with my special skills I do some rather off the books work for them. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Trust me, the details would fry that pretty little head of yours. With the kids and everything I don't do it very often, but...nope. That's it. That's all you get. Just make sure you print the boring shit, that I do the stuff with the ICWW and the charities and..." She stopped, as she had spotted the photo with Daphne and Jack. "Bloody hell, Ron would put that picture up. I wanted to kill Daphne, making me wear that dress. Least my boobs looked good."

It was at that very moment that Enid realised that her goal that day, to buy a new robe or dress to wear to the ceremony had gone spectactulary out of her mind. "Oh no."

"What? What's wrong?" Dora leaned forward. "What's the matter?"

"I was going to get something to wear for the ceremony and I ran into Hermione and she insisted I come out here. I've been here all day and the ceremony is tomorrow afternoon and..."

"Stop, stop. No problem." Dora shook her head. "Trust me, you aren't the first person whose day has been shot to hell because Hermione talked you into something. Can't tell how many times me an' Harry have been there. So you need something to wear? Easy." She took out her wand and went over to the fireplace in the corner of the office. Kneeling down she flicked it and the Floo roared to life.

"Well hello, Nymph. What can I do for you?" Daphne Wood's smile turned to confusion. "Where on earth are you?"

"Hello to you too, Daph. It's Ron Weasley's office, we're over at the Burrow. As for the why it's a fashion emergency."

Daphne's head flopped back dramatically before returning to glare at Dora. "You floo called me the night before the ceremony because of what you're wearing? We went over that, I don't care how many times I tell you, you cannot wear your boots. It didn't work at your wedding and it won't work now."

"What? No." Dora shook her head. "Not me, Enid. You know, the..."

"Reporter. Yes, Oliver and I met with her earlier, she's..."

"In the room, so watch your mouth." Dora smirked. "I'm doing my thing now and she just told me she got Hermione hijacked. Been at the Burrow all day, Hermione found her while shopping. Girl doesn't have anything to wear tomorrow."

Enid began protesting. "I do have something, I was just wanting..."

"Oh. Well that's different." Daphne's mood brightened and she mock-glared at Dora. "I'm sure she's much easier to deal with than some. Bring her by the shop tomorrow morning after nine, I have to go in to make sure of another woman's fitting. Late arrival. Miss West, it's not a problem. See you then."

As the Floo connection ceased Dora stood up. "There, that's sorted. Looks like we're having breakfast tomorrow. Come on, I bet it's time to eat. Then again, it's always time to eat around here. Hopefully it's manicotti, Jack's is great. Bet you could use another beer, too."

A/N: Hello, I know, long time since this WIP has been updated. I haven't forgotten about it, I just...well, I had a hard time coming up with what happened to Harry and Dora in the future. Everybody else? Pretty easy, really, but for Harry and Dora it was a bit of a struggle.

I had planned to make this a reaaalllly long chapter but this seems like a natural stopping place. Don't worry, Enid will get to talk to Harry, and we'll have the ceremony. Besides, there's still that bet to be settled between Enid and Reggie. The wait between this chapter and what should be the last chapter (hopefully) will not be as long.

As always, thanks for reading and review if you wish.