"What were they like? Your grandparents."
Jo froze at Hermione's voice and the deck she'd just flipped in the air almost hit her face when she caught it in her hands. She bolted upright, catching the other witch's figure leaning against the doorway to their shared bathroom as the afternoon light shone in.
Jo took a deep breath to calm her startled heart. She put down her skateboard next to her and repeated Hermione's question in her head.
It took several long emotional seconds of silence for Jo realise her eyes were growing wet. Clearing her throat, she swallowed the lump that wasn't in there before.
"Succinctly, they were the life of the party," she replied, blinking furiously. "Hardly anything like mam."
And they made time every year to come over from Caerphilly for Christmas and Eisteddfod on top of her birthday.
Where they would—
"I think that's also why they liked tad besides his singin'."
"Singing?"
"Yeah. Tad and tadcu were in choirs. Some of my best memories with them are singin'. Especially with tad."
In fact his singing were some of her earliest memories of this life. She would hear Rhys's almost every night once she became aware.
And that was why she hasn't finished a single song after their deaths.
"Charms is hard sometimes after I found that Professor Flitwick supervises it."
She should be writing down what she was feeling right now, shouldn't she?
"Did you try telling her about the three-headed dog?" Neville asked gently as they navigated the corridors towards the Great Hall for dinner.
"No," Hermione whispered, sighing. "We ended up talking about her grandparents. She was miles away and suddenly started writing in her journal again."
"Do you think it's... better that we don't?"
"I don't know," she frowned. "The Anti-unlocking charm Josie thought the door would be cast with wasn't there. Alohomora is a first year spell. Everyone above us can cast it so if they have, they should know about the dog too, since no-one's died. That either means something's wrong or it's incredibly well protected."
"What if something's wrong? You said Harry and Ron—"
"Why don't we ask Professor McGonagall?" Suggested Hermione, pausing her steps to turn to him.
"Professor McGonagall?" Neville echoed, eyebrows furrowing.
"So, she can find a way to care of it before Josie finds out or Harry and Ron do something stupid."
"After dinner?"
"After dinner."