11. Fifth day continuation.
Hermione ushered everyone into the kitchen where drinks were served. The atmosphere was much lighter.
Arthur explained then that if it was no trouble Ron, Ginny, Harry and Luna would stay here until Hermione went to McGonagall's manor and that Tonk, Mad-Eyes and Molly would stay to supervise and help if needed. It should make the place safe for the three days to come...
Arthur gone for his work, Hermione took the organization in charge. "Well, the house is rather small, so we need to share bedrooms. The guys should take one, while Minerva, Tonk and Mrs. Weasley share another, Ginny and Luna can use mine. Is that alright with everyone?"
Everyone nodded dumbly. It was rather strange to see the strict transfiguration professor with long hair and in muggle clothes, even more to hear a student call her Minerva as if it was an everyday occurrence and as if they were friends for many years.
"Hermione dear, you call your professor by her first name but not me. Please, I'm not this old yet that you can't call me Molly."
Hermione shrugged. "Sure Molly. Now that's settled, what are we going to do today? Does someone have an idea?"
Minerva intervened before chaos broke loose with a personification of the no-nonsense witch she was. "Anything you want, provided you stay safely in the house and that the police stays out of it. Thank you very much."
The face of the young adults fell while Hermione giggled and rolled her eyes. It was rather funny to see her relaxed friend play the strict professor. Minerva sighed. "Hermione, how do you expect them to respect my authority when you do that?"
Their guests had incredulous looks on their face and began to wonder if they'd become crazy in their absence or if someone'd abused of the polyjuice potion.
It was decided to let the young people have their fun in the bedrooms. Meanwhile, the adults occupied the kitchen. "It's been a long time I haven't seen you like that Minerva. The muggle world suits you."
The Scottish woman threw an interrogative look to Mad Eyes who simply smiled. Molly Weasley, after seeing the older woman move in this strange environment as if she always had, asked her how come she knew the muggle world so well.
"Well, it's nothing difficult, really. Most of modern muggle engines are conceived that a child could use them. You push some button and its works." Mad Eyes cleared his throat and Minerva threw him an exasperated look.
"Alright! My mother's family is pureblooded. Same for my father's family, but they only had squibs for generations before my birth. So they lived like muggle even if they kept all their magical properties like house elves. Happy now, Mad?"
The man laughed while Molly blushed, embarrassed. Tonk, in a corner where she wouldn't break anything with any luck, had astonished wide eyes.
Meanwhile, the youngsters were chatting about their respective holidays and stayed far from death eaters subjects. They had an overdose of this/They were fed up with it. And they preferred their reunion to be joyous. It was strange really, how at first they had tried to learn more about the order by any means and in the end, would have preferred never knowing anything.
So they talked about Harry's awful family, the last hilarious discovery from the twins, Quidditch training with Ron being the best keeper ever and Ginny a great chaser, Luna's imaginary monsters and the NEWTs.
All dreaded the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. Hermione herself had difficulties concentrating, scared for her parents, so she couldn't study as much as she would have liked. But it wouldn't do to dive in her books when her friends were here. So they talked and simply relaxed together.
She hadn't had a lot of friends in the first years of her life but she knew what they were supposed to do and so she proposed to have a sleepover. The adults would be invited too, after all, it was her home and she wanted Minerva to participate.
It seemed a good idea to all. They would watch a video tape and play silly games. It would be fun.
A.N. sorry for the long delay. It's all Fade's fault!
Bêta-reader's note: Yes! It's all my fault if the updates are so long to come... Tie me up! Whip me! (griiiins)