"How is your father doing, Lizzie?"

Lizzie swallowed her bite of bacon and smiled toward Hermione. "He's feeling much better. Back to teaching today."

"That's good," Ron commented, not swallowing his own food. "I don't suppose Hermione's given you the assignment he gave us yet. It's mental."

Lizzie shrugged. "I heard from Seamus, but Dad says we're not going to have to do it, since it doesn't follow the coursework." She set down her fork and leaving her eggs unfinished gathered her schoolbag from beside her on the bench. "Come on, we're going to be late for my grandmother's class. She's already upset that I stayed home yesterday to help my dad."

Harry watched her go with a curious look on his face. Hermione looked up from her text for magical creatures class and asked, "Something wrong Harry?"

"You get the feeling she's hiding something?"

Ron shrugged. "Who knows, the kid is a right fruitcake."

Hermione huffed. "Just because she's intelligent Ronald, doesn't mean she's strange."

Harry stood up. "Well come on then, best get a move on."

"But I'm not finished," Ron complained. Harry merely swatted his shoulder.

"We're supposed to look after her, Ron, can't do that if she tried to go to class alone. Come on."