Dinner at Number 12 that night was more bearable, especially since everybody was talking to each other again. And talking about Dobby.
"Ginny, were you eventually going to tell us about this?" asked Mad-Eye after supper.
She thought for a moment, and said, "Yes, if he was going to."
Mad-Eye laughed, "Of course he would! 'Anything for Harry Potter sir!'" he jokingly mocked a little house-elf, something a cut-up old man should probably never do, for it is absolutely ridiculus.
Everyone laughed, shaking up the old, rickety house. That was definetly something that this place needed.
But, not everyone liked laughing. Apparently, Mrs. Black still enjoyed her full-time hobby of screaching names at anybody who wasn't an evil conspirator. So, basically, everybody who entered lately.
Of course, Molly still couldn't find a way to stop it. But right now, no one cared. They were too busy living in the moment.
Everyone helped clear the table, (something Molly had dreamed about), and had just sat down in the living room to listen to Molly's radio program, when the door loudly banged open.
"Vermin! Mud-Bloods! Traitors!-" began Mrs. Black, still droning on from supper.
"Shut up, you old hag!" yelled Tonks exasperatingly. Ginny smiled, she had missed Tonks terribly. Tonks caught her eye and winked, changing her nose to the pig-snout that both Ginny and Hermione loved. Ginny smiled, and noticed the wondering stare Tonks was getting from Timothy. Ginny outright laughed again.
The young man who had entered Number 12 walked into the living room, his muddy boots and wet rain-coat dripping.
Everyone was frozen with shock, except Mad-Eye.
"So, old chap, took you long enough." Mad-Eye said gruffly.
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