27. Owl

“Hermione!!!” yelled Ron.

“What?” she shouted back, harried. She had just finished dealing with Rose’s tantrum, and changing Hugo’s clothing. Hugo had the flu, and Rose was probably catching it – she was more irritable than usual.

“You have an owl,” he said, as he walked into Hugo’s room and leaned against the doorjamb.

She threw him a look. “Deal with your daughter,” she told him. “I’ll be right there.”

Ron grinned at her. “She’s just tired. And it’s from Ginny,” he added.

Hermione glared at him. “Go. Rose. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said laughingly, straightening.

She sighed. Same old Ron.