"Grimmauld is open for training then. Kreacher will probably hate it, but he'll survive. Maybe we can lock him in the kitchen. And he can make us snacks." Harry sipped his firewhiskey, slowing down now. "Tuesday it is then."
He wasn't looking forward to lunch at all, but if Ron really wanted to then they could do. "Make it on a Monday so we get to drink at the end of the day."