Scene Nineteen (Intervention)
"I've invited Severus over for dinner on Sunday," Molly announced over dinner Friday evening.
"What?" Harry spluttered his pumpkin juice all over the table.
"Lovely, Harry," Ginny muttered, grabbing a napkin. She had felt a splash of the juice hit her hands, but it didn't bother her that much – she had grown up with six brothers.
Hermione tried to hide her giggles as she vanished the spat-out juice.
Ron clapped Harry on the back.
"That man is far too isolated," Molly continued, "and after all the help he has offered you, Arthur, at work, I thought it was only right to offer him a good meal. Merlin knows he needs it. He's far too skinny!"
"Splendid!" Arthur said. "I've been meaning to pick that boy's mind about something work-related again. Genius mind that one – don't you think so Harry?"
"S-sure?" Harry stuttered, feeling as if this was all some massive plot to kill him with embarrassment. He pushed his empty plate away and buried his face into his arms.
He missed the wink that Molly gave Hermione, or the knowing smile that Arthur shared with his wife.