"Are you sure you didn't take a hex to the head? If you were thinking that?" Shaking her hair lose from the ponytail she smiled at him. "No. But there was Dad to watch out for and my Grandparents to reassure." Thank God they were safe. "They're still at the house, our house, I mean."
"Better you than me." She could just imagine her father's reaction if she had slipped away and fought; it'd would be one for the records.
"I can fix that." Later she'd ask about Rose and see if she was up to a visitor as well. Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, she lowered her head. "I love you too, so no more battles, okay? Unless it's on the Quidditch pitch. Or a water fight. Next summer."