Arrivals - Myron, Hermione & Any McCormacks
They hadn't been at 12 Diagon for very long. They were still gathered near the entrance, Fergus' hand resting on Cat's back, his other in the pocket of his trousers. He was letting Cat do the talking with the... quidditch person that was with them. He had forgotten what their title was exactly, and thought it best that he just keep quiet.
He was saved, in a way, by one of his sons coming in, a field of blinding flashes behind him. "Ah, Myron. It's about time," he teased, looking questioningly at the young woman next to him. He'd have to be stupid not to know who it was, but he would let his son do the polite introduction.