"Know the song? I love that song," she said, and in a voice that wasn't terribly off key, but wasn't going to win her a Grammy anytime soon, she sang, "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more."
As she sang, she led him into the kitchen. "Hot chocolate it is. Won't be as good as Gran's, I'm afraid, but I'm not too terrible." She got to work heating the water magically, mixing the chocolate in slowly. It took a minute, but it was well worth the wait.
"Sit," she said, nodding to the kitchen table. "This won't take long. You've only been to the Burrow twice? It's a nice place - sort of a second home for me and my siblings." She looked around, amazed as always how, if she let her mind wander, she could almost fool herself into thinking she was back home. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought, and she focused on the milk and chocolate instead. "I usually stay with ma mère in the village, but it's nice to take a break and come here, too. How're you doing? I--" She stopped herself. She'd already apologised for the 'keeper' incident, and dragging it up again wasn't going to do anyone any favours, least of all Sirius.
Thanks to the heating spell, the hot chocolate was finished in record time. Pulling out two mugs, she filled each, adding a bit of whipped cream and a couple marshmallows for good measure. "Here," she said, offering him a mug. "Hope it's all right. Do you mind coming upstairs to see the costume? It's hard to move without messing it up." And just the thought of her grandparents seeing her in it before Halloween was humiliating.