With a wave of Hermione's wand, Ron found himself unable to speak, to utter anything but a tiny grunt. "Now, Ginny, why don't you see if you can take ...is mind of his problems."Hermione's body, and whoever was controlling it, stepped away from Ron to allow his sister to move closer. When she got in front of him, she smiled and placed her hands on his chest. Afraid she was going to cast a spell, Ron tried to pull away but could only manage a few inches. Still, Ginny didn't speak, just slid her. . dirty. And then Tori left while Cat had been distracted with a bowl of goldfish. They were just so shiny and cute, it's not her fault Tori disappeared. She'd been sitting here for a while, just looking around. It felt like a doctor's surgery. Waiting and waiting, and feeling a little uncomfortable, and you want to leave, but you came for a reason, so you can't leave! Just a little longer.She'd perked up when she heard Trina's voice. Trina was nice. Ever since they took that trip to. It was near six when Val came back out of the backroom. The front was miraculously fully cleaned and empty.“I got the cash, you can sort the deliveries.” She told Frieda in a dismissal.“If you want I can just go get supper at Sub-Way and you can--”“Please, you’ll leave me here til close.” Val interrupted. She flicked her head to the back room. “Deliveries.”“You’re not my real mom.” Frieda muttered as near inaudibly as she could. It was probably the nicest thought she had about Val all day.“What. The doorbell rang as we were discussing plans for dinner. What a delightless surprise. My family had come up for a big party. They had rented a room at the Brass Rail, so much for spending the night with Jeff. We wouldn’t be back from dinner until late. The food was wonderful. The meal seemed endless nonetheless. The most memorable event was before we ordered. Jeff and I saw Arnault come into the room and we both started to giggle and held each other while we shook from laughter until we could.