Wednesday, June 5th The Burrow “All right, Hermione,” Molly said as the young woman emerged out of her fireplace, “I think you better be telling me just what’s going on before Josie and Alice arrive.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Don’t play coy with me, Missy,” Molly huffed, waving a spoon in her direction. “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here, since when have you leave to rent out Craig Mhor?” “There isn’t much to tell.” She moved around and snagged a warm roll from the counter beside Molly. “I wrote to him, apprising him of the situation and he offered. You know how he is about these things.” “Get out of that,” Molly snapped, slapping at her hand with the spoon. “I swear you’re getting to be as bad as Ron.” Hermione grinned cheekily at Molly as she plopped a bite into her mouth. “Is he coming home then?” she asked, pushing the butter towards Hermione. “No,” Hermione sighed, leaning against the counter, “he’s not coming home just yet.” “Do you really think it’s wise t...
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