"What are you doing here?" I playfully asked as my younger brother strolled up to the shop counter.

He seemed amused by my greeting and gave me a goofy half-sided smile.

"If you're coming for revenge on Ginny, I'm not selling," I smiled.

"No, although she certainly deserves it," He chuckled. "I'm actually here on business. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is interested in purchasing more instant darkness powder and shield hats for the Auror Headquarters. And I personally could go for another Spell-Checking Quill, that is if you'll sell to me."

"As long as you don't have dark plans for it," I laughed as I pulled out an order form and handed it to Ron along with a Self-Inking Quill. "So how is work?" I asked.

"Not bad. Harry and I just got an anonymous tip on a wizard that's been out there for awhile. If it pans out, we might be gone for a few months though."

"How's Hermione?" I inquired.

"Hermione? She's fine, as far as I know," He paused and thought a moment. "I haven't actually seen her lately though. We've both been rather busy. Why?"

"Nothing really. I just saw her a few days ago and she was looking kind of down. I just wondered what was wrong." I didn't really have to wonder, but I hoped that this statement would get him wondering.

"I don't know," Ron looked a little concerned. "I should really probably get together with her. Maybe we could have a night with Harry and Ginny."

"Yeah, don't invite me..." I teased.

He laughed. "I'm sorry. Would you and George like to come?"

"Thanks for the offer, little brother. But we're much too busy this evening."

"Then why did you...? You never change, do you?"

"Just like your spelling skills..." I took the completed form and handed him the Spell-Checking Quill he'd requested.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I'll be back for that order in two weeks. But I think I'll see you at Mum's tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah. We'll be there. See you then." I answered.

As Ron opened the door, an owl flew in. I removed the letter from it's leg. The envelope was addressed to Mr. Fred Weasley. Inside was a short letter along with another envelope.

Dear Fred,

This letter arrived yesterday morning. I am very sorry for it's late delivery, but I have not been able to break away from work as my assistant is ill. I beg your forgiveness.

Florean Fortescue

The second envelope was, as expected, addressed 'Anon.'

Sept. 3, 2000

Dear Friend,

Though I'm sure your intentions are good, I was very embarrassed indeed when I saw my boss holding a letter most obviously written by you. Of course, I hoped he would take me seriously, but I highly doubt that he genuinely takes me seriously even now. Now he's acting guilty. I don't want my boss to pity me! I want to be respected! And respect is something that only I can earn.

I appreciate your concern and that you're trying to help. But I'd appreciate it if you kept out of my work.

Hermione Granger

P.S. What exactly did you tell him?

I had angered her. Why did she have to see that letter? At least she didn't read it. I only hoped that she will let me explain.