A/N: And here is chapter two! Thank you to Roxy43 for reviewing! I know the title is pretty lame, (I mean really? Time for Dinner?) so I might change it in the future. Hopefully, you'll find this as funny or as good as the previous chapter. :) I tried to make this sound as British as possible, but some of the things sounded good as is, so they didn't change. Oh, well.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything dealing with 'Harry Potter.'

Hermione walked out of the dining room and toward the door with Hugo in tow. Rose, however, began to freak out. Who exactly was at the door? What if it was someone she absolutely hated with a passion –

"Had to knock on the door. Forgot my keys," the person at the door said.

Oh.

It was just her dad, Ron. When the door opened again, she expected to see her dad, but it was her mum carrying the shopping bags full of what Rose decided was whipped cream. She was about to help her mother with the bags as soon as her dad called her into the family room.

"Yeah, dad?" Hugo was lying on the couch, looking very bored. Ron moved him over and sat down, motioning for her to do so as well. She sat down on the left of Hugo, who suddenly looked annoyed.

"I was here first," he mumbled. Ron grinned at his younger son. Just as he was about to talk, Rose cut in.

"Hey, dad, if you forgot your keys, how come you didn't just use your wand?" her dad looked at her like it was an obvious answer.

"Oh, sure," he started sarcastically, "the door starts to open all of a sudden and the next I know I'm getting attacked by some yellow birds." Rose and Hugo laughed; they remember that story.

"Sorry – go on then."

Ron stood and walked to the door as if to make sure their mum wasn't listening in. "Okay, your mum has this . . . idea." The way he said 'idea' made them more interested. Was it a good idea? "She wants you two to serve the food when the guests arrive."

"Why? What's in it for us?" of course Hugo would ask a question like those. Rose nodded.

Ron picked his tie up from the table. "Well, your mum says she'll consider bumping both of your curfews up – "

"For serving food?" Hugo interrupted.

"Ten minutes," Ron finished.

"For serving food?" Hugo asked once again, looking very skeptical. Rose had her right eyebrow raised. He knew they weren't going to like Hermione's little . . . gift.

"That's why I called you two in here. I have a proposition: be on your best behavior and serve the food and I'll raise your allowances up. And by 'I'll', I mean don't go running to your mother saying something about the raise in your allowance, okay?" Something Rose and Hugo liked about being half – bloods: allowances. Their parents had introduced the two to it when Rose had turned eight; Hugo being six.

Rose was about to ask why he was going through all this trouble for one dinner, but an excited Hugo had something else to ask.

"By how much and which allowance?" That's right; they got an allowance for the Wizarding World and the muggle one. Don't think they're spoiled though – you should see how much Hermione will give them at a month's time for fear "they'll waste it all at Zonko's or your brother's shop."

Ron swung his tie behind his neck and around his shoulders. "That, my dear children, depends on your behavior tonight. Now, Rose, could you help me with this thing? All the other ones I worn were clip – on." He pulled the tie off his shoulders while Rose stood up to help him. Hugo watched amusedly as Rose somehow got her hand stuck in his tie which was nowhere near being tied around his dad's neck.

"Um – dad, I think I'm stuck," Rose said with a smile, "and why couldn't you have just used your wand?" Ron smiled back at her.

"Your mum doesn't want me doing magic in front of you guys because she thinks it'll tempt you." Hermione was a nice, caring person and could be cool when she wanted to, but apparently, not in the magic department. Ron pulled his wand out of his suit and got Rose unstuck and the tie fixed. Rose crinkled her nose playfully.

"What are you wearing?" Ron looked offended.

"Something called a dinner jacket; your mum said it looked good on me." And indeed it did. His dinner jacket had the black jacket and pants, but the shirt had a nice blue color, bringing out the blue hue in his eyes. Instead of a bowtie, he had a dark blue long tie.

"Well, there's about four more minutes until the guests arrive, so go check up with your mum about what you're to serve first." Ron pushed his sleeve back down and went outside, most likely to wait for the visitors for the evening.

"Come on, Hugo, you want that extra allowance, right?" Rose managed to get Hugo to stand and walk with her to the kitchen. Hermione looked up from some plates of food lined up on the countertop.

"Oh! There you two are. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind – "

"Don't worry, mum, dad explained already," Hugo said.

"Great! Okay, I know twelve plates may seem like a lot to carry, but I decided against some courses so you'll only bring out the starter, main course, side dish, and afters." She had pointed to different parts of the kitchen while talking and they had noticed there were twelve different plates set up on tables all over the room. The two nodded. "And if you forget or don't know which is which, I put a sign up above them. There is also a heating charm placed upon them, so they won't get too cold until they're picked up from under each sign." They nodded again. "Okay, good. Now if you do a good job, I may have a little surprise in for you." Hermione smiled and left the kitchen into the dining room. Hugo sighed.

"Twelve plates by four courses are forty-eight dishes. Forty-eight times we'll have to get up to get plates for everyone else while we miss out on eating."

"Actually, we can only carry two plates each. That's four, which means we'll be going in three times to get and distribute all of them." Hugo glared at her and she held her hands up in mock defeat. "Sorry."

He was about to retaliate, but they could hear some voices coming in from the hallway. The Potters must have arrived the muggle way – by car. They were about to pick up the starters and put them in the dining room, but they their father poked his head inside.

"Don't worry about the food yet; we have to get acquainted with our company."

"But we already know our own uncle, aunt, and cousins," Hugo said, puzzled.

"Um – the company your mum didn't tell you about. Come on, then." His head disappeared from the doorway. Hugo scoffed.

"These better be some awesome company if I'm wasting my eating time for them." Rose laughed and lightheartedly pushed his head. He grinned.

"Thanks for inviting us; we brought some firewhiskey, but if you didn't want that, we brought this muggle invention called wine. And of course we brought some butterbeer for the kids."

That must be the company Rose thought. Hugo pushed the door open and stepped inside, holding the door open for his sister; Rose followed and could almost feel her mouth drop open.

A/N: This was pretty shorter than Chapter One, but whatever. If there are any questions or mistakes I made that you want to tell me about, go ahead, it'll be great for the story. I would also love some reviews; they'd be so awesome. :) Thanks! I'll try to update whenever I have free time, but that may not be often, because I share this computer with my siblings. Hopefully though, I'll be getting my own computer. And maybe somewhere in the next chapter I'll tell you when this is happening, though if you've read "Their First Conversation" you'll have an idea of the season and all.

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