"Wouldn't dream of setting her hours, son. I'm the 'help' these days," W.H. chuckled in a relieved tone. Hermione knew she must have worried him far more than she'd thought.
"Mentor," Hermione said a little crossly. She hated when W.H. insisted she was the boss. William Henry Goshawk IV had forgot more about charms than Hermione had yet learned. Hermione valued her Charms Master and his willingness to continue teaching her what he knew despite holding a mastery herself.
"I will have Hermione's things collected and brought to you. Come along, William. Let us give Hermione and Mister Malfoy their privacy," Madam directed.
Hermione waited until the Goshawks left the room to nuzzle into her husband. "Fizzy things sound grand. So does that hot chocolate. Or a piece of fudge." She could use some pecan fudge about now.