"Sure, of course," Hannah agreed amiably. She had no problem with being the one to fetch breakfast the next time they needed to. Fair was fair after all. And she could always throw her hair up in a messy bun and wear dark glasses. It wouldn't be the end of the world.
She took a few thoughtful, blissful bites of her waffles, drank half a cup of coffee, and munched down an entire piece of bacon before she spoke again. "So, I sort of told your mum on the journals that we'd have her over to dinner so she could see the cottage?"
She wasn't entirely sure how that had happened. Clearly her Hufflepuff politeness had gotten the better of her.