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It was dirty and ill-smelling enough, but the corners and spare berths were
f the room, closing the door quietly behind her. mrs. weasley made a noise
that sounded like "tchah!" "mum hates her," said ginny quietly. "i do not
hate her!" said mrs. weasley in a cross whisper. "i just think they've
hurried into this engagement, that's all!" "they've known each other a
year," said ron, who looked oddly groggy and was staring at the closed door.
"well, that's not very long! i know why it's happened, of course. its all
this uncertainty with you-know-who coming back, people think they might be
dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally
take time over. it was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping
left, right, and center." "including you and dad," said ginny slyly. "yes,
well, your father and i were made for each other, what was the point in
waiting?" said mrs. weasley. "whereas bill and fleur . . . well. . . what
have they really got in common? he's a hardworking, down-to-earth sort of
person, whereas she's. "a cow," said ginny, nodding. "but bill's not that
down-to-earth. he's a curse-breaker, isn't he, he likes a bit of adventure,
a bit of glamour. ... i expect that's why he's gone for phlegm." "stop
calling her that, ginny," said mrs. weasley sharply, as harry and hermione
laughed. "well, i'd better get on. ... eat your eggs while they're warm,
harry." looking careworn, she left the room. ron still seemed slightly
punch-drunk; he was shaking his head experimentally like a dog trying to rid
its ears of water. "don't you get used to her if she's staying in the same
house?" harry asked. "well, you do," said ron, "but if she jumps out at you
unexpectedly, like then ..." "it's pathetic," said hermione furiously,
striding away from ron as far as she could go and turning to face him with
her arms folded once she had reached the wall. "you don't really want her
around forever?" ginny asked ron incredulously. when he merely shrugged, she
said, "well, mum's going to put a stop to it if she can, i bet you
anything." "how's she going to manage that?" asked harry. "she keeps trying
to get tonks round for dinner. i think she's hoping bill will fall for tonks
instead. i hope he does, i'd much rather have her in the family." "yeah,
that'll work," said ron sarcastically. "listen, no bloke in his right mind's
going to fancy tonks when fleur's around. i mean, tonks is okay-looking when
she isn't doing stupid things to her hair and her nose, but-" "she's a damn
sight nicer than phlegm" said ginny. "and she's more intelligent, she's an
auror!" said hermione from the corner. "fleur's not stupid, she was good
enough to enter the triwizard tournament," said harry. "not you as well!"
said hermione bitterly. "i suppose you like the way phlegm says ' 'any,' do
you?" asked ginny scornfully. "no," said harry, wishing he hadn't spoken, "i
was just saying, phlegm, i mean, fleur." "i'd much rather have tonks in the
family," said ginny. "at least she's a laugh." "she hasn't been much of a
laugh lately," said ron. "every time i've seen her she's looked more like
moaning myrtle." "that's not fair," snapped hermione. "she still hasn't got
over what happened . . . you know ... i mean, he was her cousin!" harry's
heart sank. they had arrived at sirius. he picked up a fork and began
shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth, hoping to deflect any invitation to
join in this part of the conversation. "tonks and sirius barely knew each
other!" said ron. "sirius was in azkaban half her life and before that their
families never met." "that's not the point," said hermione. "she thinks it
was her limit he died!" "how does she work that one out?" asked harry, in
spite of himself. "well, she was fighting bellatrix lestrange, wasn't she? i
think she feels that if only she had finished her off, bellatrix couldn't
have killed sirius." "that's stupid," said ron. "it's survivor's guilt,"
said hermione. "i know lupin's tried to talk her round, but she's still
really down. she's actually having trouble with her metamorphosing!" "with
he. rufus scrimgeour, previously head of the auror office in the department
of magical law enforcement, has succeeded cornelius fudge as minister of
magic. the appointment has largely been greeted with enthusiasm by the
wizarding community, though rumors of a rift between the new minister and
albus dumbledore, newly reinstated chief warlock of the wizengamot, surfaced
within hours of scrimgeour taking office.b12



