Fenny and Gris finished preparing the store for the next day's bazarre when they saw Harry approach with Ron and a bushy-haired girl.
"What's up, girls"? Harry asked.
"Hi, Harry," they both said.
"Hi" Ron greeted.
"How are you today Ron"? Fenella asked.
"Great. This is our other friend Hermione Granger. She's the brains of the outfit," he said.
"Cool. Nice to meet you," Fenella said as tshe and Gris leaned forward to shake Hermione's hand.
"The store looks lovely, Hermione said. "Ron tells me that you're the niece of Harry's deceased neighbor Mrs. Figg,"
"Yeah. She left me the house and this store. The whole thing's been a blessing but it's also been a lot of work too," she said laughing exhaustedly.
"At least you know what you're going to do; I still haven't made up my mind what I want to do for my career," Hermione said.
"We were just headed out for lunch, would you guys like to come"? Fenny asked.
"Sure. We just need to let Ron's parents know where we'll be," Harry said.
"Fine meet us back at here when you get done," she said.
"Okay, it's a plan," Ron said.
Ten minutes passed, and they came rushing back with Ron's parents.
"Hi, Mr. And Mrs.Weasley," Fenny and Gris both said almost simultaneously.
"Hi girls. The shop looks beautiful," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Good to see ya', girls," Mr. Weasley said.
"Will you guys be joinung us"?
"No thanks. Molly and I just wanted to see what you've don with the store, and I must say that I'm greatly impressed. I'm sorry that we can't stay, but we have to be going"
"Well, thanks for the compliment. We open tomorrow. Come back, and see us when you can," Gris said.
"Yeah, we're giving out free samples," Fenny added.
"Well, okay. You kids have fun," Mrs. Wealsey said as she and Mr. Weasley waved goodbye.
"Okay, and once again, thanks," Gris said.
"Well, are you ready to go"? Fenny asked.
"Yeah," Ron said.
The gang headed over to a sandwhich pub and ate their fill.
"I'm going hate this year. I'm lousy at apparition," Ron said." Fred and George were able to do it in a much shorter time, and Professor Lupin says that all I need is practice, but I'm not buying it. I'm lousy. I'll never get my license."
Fenny and Gris looked at each other mischievously, and Griselda said," let us help you. We're good at it."
"Yeah, when we get through with you, you'll be able to do it in your sleep," Fenny added.
"Oh...I don't know about that, girls," Hermione said doubtfully.
"Yeah, he's got major problems," Harry said.
"Well thanks a lot for the vote of confidence," Ron said feeling badly.
"Aw, don't worry. You'll be an ace when we're done. In fact if you've got some time.
"We can do it now. Most of the Surrey area will be out at a parade, and we know how to hide the truth from plain sight, so nobody will be able to see y ou," Fenny said.
"Okay, but we warned you," Hermione said shrugging.
They headed back to Privet Drive and entered the back yard. Fenny raised a handkerchief and said a few words. Everybody felt a breeze lightly touch them.
"Okay, let's get started," she said." Ron, stare down at your feet for thirty seconds so you can get a good picture of them. Next, close your eyes and retain the peripheral image."
"Okay, I've got it," he answered.
"All right, now see your feet disappearing," Gris said.
"Okay," he said.
"Great. He did it. Ron, open your eyes," Hermione said happily.
"Wicked," he said.
"Okay, now look down at your shadow and mentally erase the rest of you," Fenny said.
"Very good, Ron," Gris said.
"Now what do I do"? he said with his voice sounding as if he were on the other side of a wall.
"Picture the other side of this yard, and visualize your reflection in the mirror, then fill yourself in," Fenny said.
Ron corporated on the other side of the yard, but it was in the tree above them. He whimpered when he looked down at them.
"Okay, now Ron" Gris said. "Close your eyes, and see your reflection again, and make it disappear."
"Okay," he squeaked scaredly.
"All right, now feel your feet touch the grass below you," she said.
"I'm there," he said.
"Now picture yourself getting into some water, and see each part of yourself that you immerse fill in as you fell the water on your skin," she said.
Ron reapparated, but it was in his skivvies.
Hermione struggled to suppress a snicker. Harry looked away giggling quietly.
Gris waved her hand, and his clothes came back.
"You did it, Ron," Fenella said.
"I did"?
"Yeah, you did, buddy," Harry said smiling mischievously until Hermione elbowed him.
"What's so funny, Harry"?
"Nothing. It's just that I hadn't heard you squeak like that since we went into the forbidden forest, and you saw the spiders."
"Yeah, just laugh it up. If that were you up there, then you'd know how I felt," Ron said straightening his back proudly.
"Oh, Ron, don't take it so seriously. Just look at it this way, at least you didn't leave any parts of you behind like you usually do," Hermione said.
"Yeah," Harry added.
"Well, how did it feel to you, Ron"? Fenny asked.
"It felt like I had holes in me."
"Well, you went to the tree; because, it was the first thing you recalled about the other side of the yard. Always think of the floor or the ground, and you won't go wrong."
After three more tries, Ron apparated and disapparated smoothly. In fact, he apparated so much that it began to annoy everybody.
Fenny and Gris diverted his attention by offering the gang a chance to make a potion with them. They chose their favorite selection, the 'Anti-Gunge' Potion.
Hermione's worked, Harry's exploded, and Ron's protected eveything but his hair, which got soaked in the sludge. In the spirit of playful retribution, he started a sludge fight with the girls. By the time they were all through, the house looked like a modern art tableau. Sludge was everywhere, but it didn't spoil their fun any less. Ron knew that he'd get into trouble about his hair, but it didn't matter. He hadn't had this much fun since Fred and George lived at home. For Harry and Hermione, the activity was a healthy outlet. Neither of them was as tense as they were before. Harry forgot about Voldemort and Bellatrix killing Sirius. Hermione released her fear of being a witch of age and the responsibility that came with it. Fenny and Gris felt like accomplished teachers. They had just graduated their first master apparater, Ron Weasley. It was good to think of and do nothing constructive and to laze about every once and awhile.