"I can't believe your mother thought we were over-reacting too!"
"She raised Fred and George, remember? I'm sure she had half a dozen broken heads to cope with before they even reached Hogwarts."
"Well, I don't regret making a fuss. That was a really serious injury Rose sustained!"
"I know, love. I agree with you... She didn't seem fazed about waking up in the hospital wing though, did she?"
"'Not fazed'? That's an understatement! Honestly Ron, she's your daughter through and through. Imagine keeping all of us in a state of panic for three days and then bolting upright to ask, 'Did we win?' as if the damn Quidditch game was more important than her health!"
"Hang on! The next question out of her mouth was about missed homework, so you can hardly talk."
"Homework is important, Ron!"
"So you keep telling me. No wonder everyone grins when Rosie starts chattering away at the Burrow – she's a bit of a strange mix of the two of us, isn't she?"
"She's perfect! I like having bookishly sporty children, thank you very much."
"Alright, alright, I'm not criticising! It was great to see her jump out of bed in a hurry to get to Charms, wasn't it? I didn't even mind that she barely took any notice of us!"
"I know, I was just so relieved that she was all in one piece again!"
"Old Pomfrey seemed pretty offended though – kept saying we didn't trust her."
"For Godric's sake! Parents are allowed to worry, why does everyone find it so strange?"
"No idea, Hermione. Bit ironic, mum telling us to calm down when she spent all of our sixth year crying over thepossibility that something might happen!"
"That reminds me, we haven't sorted out your parents' roof yet. We must do that soon. This year's snow did a lot of damage."
"How're we going to fix it up without them noticing though? We need another diversion, like when we put the water tank in."
"They knew exactly what we were doing then."
"No, they didn't. Never mentioned it once!"
"Seriously Ron, they knew. Your dad told me as much."
"What did he say?"
"That he appreciated the thoughtfulness, mostly."
"So, what d'you reckon then, love? Should we just walk in the front door and tell them we're going to fix it?"
"No, I like that they've kept it unspoken up to now. And after all, your mum would worry about us going to the trouble. You've already bought the pre-charmed tiles, haven't you?"
"Yeah, they're in boxes in the shed."
"Good, it'll be harder for her to argue when we have everything ready. I've modified the Permanent Sticking spells we need, but I haven't decided yet which would be safest way to get rid of the old shingles... If they're stuck to the beams, will the wood be vanished too?"
"Haven't the foggiest, Hermione. I think it'll just be trial and error on the day. How about Saturday?"
"I'll have time in the morning, anyway. Harry's planning a surprise drill for the unit on duty that afternoon, to see what the response is like, so I'll have to be around to witness that."
"Shall I ask Perce to make up an excuse and take them out for the morning then?"
"Yes, do. But get Audrey in on it too, because Percy can't act to save his life."
"Isn't it mental that the only thing we have to worry about is Quidditch injuries and house repairs? Never thought I'd see the day when Harry would have to plan training sessions because the Aurors don't have enough work to do!"
"Oh Ron, don't jinx it! I like coming home and curling up on the couch with you like this."
"So do I. I should get up and make dinner though, shouldn't I?"
"No, it's definitely my turn."
"Don't start yet, I'm comfortable."
"Alright, but move over a bit... there. Mm... this couch was worth every Galleon!"
"Really? Because you always seem to be sprawled on me, more than the cushions."
"But you're so comfortable! Now if only the wine wasn't so far away."
"You're a witch, love."
"Right, of course... Accio Pinot Noir!"
