and joining you two only a little while later, was hermione and ron, who of course ended up arguing right as you and harry left your thankfully separate rooms.
they were conjoined as they decided a child needs a supervisor, but you had done some persuading to get your own room
"i'm warning you, hermione!" ron hisses, "keep that bloody beast of yours away from scabbers, or i'll turn it into a tea cozy!"
you grimace down at ron, who was holding that manky rat in his arms while hermione cradled a grumpy looking cat.
hermione holds 'crookshanks' closer.
"it's a cat, ronald. what do you expect? it's in his nature" she sasses.
"a cat? is that what they told you?"
"looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me"
hermione gasps in offence.
"that's rich coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush" hermione scoffs.
"it's all right crookshanks, just ignore the man little boy" she coddles, you raise an eyebrow as you slowly descend the stairs behind harry.
ron shakes his head at her in disbelief before glancing up in joy, "harry" he calls gleefully, happy to be out of that conversation with hermione.
hermione turns around, "harry" she grins.
"[name], you're here too" she smiles, you rolled your eyes.
she sighed.
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"EGYPT. WHAT'S IT LIKE?"
"brilliant. loads of old stuff like mummies, tombs, even scabbers enjoyed himself" ron chuckles, he had just shown harry the newspaper with him and his family in it. apparently his family had won a bit of money and could afford to go on a holiday.
you could almost laugh at how broke they were.
"you know the egyptians used to worship cats" hermione says knowledgeably, rubbing crookshanks' back.
"yeah, along with the dung beetle"
"not flashing that clipping about again, are you, ron?" one of the twins muses as the two of them walk over, both ruffling you on the head, earning a glare-filled side-eye.
"i haven't shown anyone" ron says in annoyance as the same twin snatches up the newspaper, "no, not a soul" the other one says.
"not unless you count tom"
"the day maid"
"the night maid"
you scrunch your face up as you stand from your seat, deciding to excuse yourself from this conversation and leaving.
