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"Okay." Christine said, getting everyone's attention. "Now that we all know each other, what say we go find somewhere to eat, yeah? I haven't eaten since lunch." she said, looking around.
"Sounds good, sweetheart." Richard agreed, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"How about we take everyone to The Pink Pagoda?" Hermione asked.
Her parents nodded in approval. "That's a good idea, love." her mum said. "You guys like Chinese, right?" she asked.
The others looked a bit wary, but decided to give it a chance. "Sure." Sirius said, having appointed himself the spokesman for the group. "But how are we going to get there? We don't know where it is and you can't apparate. Besides, I don't think Hermione here can take all of us."
"It's just right down the street, guys." Hermione said. "We can walk."
"Well then, let's go." Harry said with a smile.
"Uh...could you guys wait in the corridor for a moment while we change?" Christine asked after catching a reflection of herself in the mirror. She had forgotten they were still dressed for the stage.
"No problem, mum." Hermione smiled, following everyone out of the room.
"What about you? Don't you want to change, dear?" Christine asked.
Hermione looked down at herself. "No. I'm fine for now. If I want to change later, I have my wand." she said.
"Well, alright then." her mum said.
Once everyone was seated and their food had been ordered, the large group broke off into several conversations.
"So, Christine," Arthur said, "I've been wondering. How did you two get started in this?" he asked.
"Well, I'd love to say it's complicated, but it's really not." she said. "Richard and I met at university, and one summer we decided to take a trip to San Francisco. After a few weeks, we didn't have enough money to get home on." she said.
"Right. So, we started singing in the park for whatever money people would give us." Richard said, taking over the story. "Between having to buy food and paying for the motel room, we saved very little of what we got." he said.
"So, after a few months of this, we get approached by a couple who told us they owned a recording studio and wanted us to make a record for them." Christine said. "We were highly skeptical, of course, but went to check it out anyway. Turns out, they did indeed own a recording studio and we spent the next, what, six hours or so just recording songs." she said. "They signed us to a contract the next day, and the rest they say, is history."
"Yes. And we're still with the company." Richard said proudly.
Down the table, Hermione and Ginny were negotiating the sharing of clothing. "Sure, just come over and borrow what you want." she said.
Ginny beamed. "Thank you, Hermione!" she said, leaning to the left to hug her. "And you know you can totally borrow anything of mine, too, right?"
Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Gin." she said. "I have one dress for sure you can keep, if you like it. It's a lovely dress, but just not my style. It starts off yellow, then fades into orange, then red, then green then blue." she said.
"Well, I'll try it on when I come over and we'll see." Ginny said. "When can I come over, by the way?"
"Uh...tomorrow's the last night they're in town before they go back on tour, then I finish moving into my flat, so...how's Tuesday sound?" Hermione asked.
"Great!" Ginny smiled.
"Where's your new flat, Hermione?" Tonks asked.
"Diagon Alley. I'm on the top floor of the building right next to Flourish and Blotts." she said proudly.
Ron snorted. "Gods, we'll never see you again, will we?" he asked, making everyone who heard laugh.
"I must say, I may instruct the elves to prepare food like this more often." Albus said as he ate.
"You mean we're going to have Chinese at Hogwarts from now on?" Minerva asked.
Albus nodded. "I think so, my dear." he said.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Albus." she said excitedly, making Albus chuckle.
"Molly, would it be possible for you to make this fried rice at home?" Arthur asked.
"I'm not sure, love, but I could try." Molly said. "I may need to pick up some cookbooks, though." she added.
"Oh, if you'd really like to make this, Hermione could show you how. She knows how to cook a lot of different food." Christine said.
"Really?" Molly asked, looking down the table at said girl.
"Yes." Richard said. "When Hermione was younger, she got sick to death of going to restaurants and cafes, so she learned to cook." he said with a little laugh. "Surprised the hell out of us when she asked us to buy her a wok one day."
"I had no idea she knew how to cook." Sirius said. "Is she any good?" he asked.
Christine nodded. "One of the best." she said. "I'd take her food over going out to eat any day of the week." she smiled.
"I think most of our kitchen utensils are hers, actually." Richard said.
"I think you're right." Christine said after thinking about it for a moment. "Yes. I remember she used to use her allowance for the oddest things. There's the knife block, the wok, I think she even bought herself a little buffet table once."
"Yes, and then there's the silverware set, the dishes, the baking pans, the pots and pans." Richard said. "Oh, and remember that one time, love?" he asked. Looking at Molly and Arthur, he smiled. "We had gone off to do a two day set at this festival when she was around seven, eight, maybe, and we left the babysitter our credit card in case of emergencies. Well, we come home, and Hermione had replaced our stove, our refrigerator, and even bought a microwave." he said, making them laugh.
Christine giggled. "I had forgotten about that." she said. "There for a while I would've sworn she was going to be a caterer or a chef, but then she started Hogwarts, so who knows?"
"Will it not bother you if she doesn't follow in your footsteps?" Sirius asked.
"Goodness no." Christine said. "I actually hope she chooses something more...stable...than this." she said.
"Stable?"
"Yes. A life where things are more set. You know, roots." Richard said. "We tried to be as settled as we could be for her, but..." he said, trailing off.
"It must have been hard, trying to be somewhat normal parents and still do your jobs." Molly said.
Christine nodded. "It was, but we managed." she said, smiling as Richard grabbed her hand.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you raised a helluva girl." Sirius said with a beaming smile.
"Here here." Arthur said.
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