Careful not to wince or draw too much attention to the glue for Nova's sake, Hermione apologized. "I'm sorry I was rough," she said, modeling the behavior they expected of the children when they accidentally hurt someone.
"Cloaks on, everyone. Don't forget your hood, Nova, otherwise you'll have to wear your hat." As hoods were marginally less annoying for those with Grangeresque hair, Hermione hoped for cooperation.
"Nod cold, Mummy. No hood? Pease?" Nova asked.
"It's not cold in here, but it's very windy and cold outside. Your hair will be very, very tangled." Hermione watched her daughter visibly pale at the thought of a lot of tangles. The amount of time Nova would have to sit still to get them out even with Dru's magic would convince her to wear the hood. "You too, Thumper," Hermione told Lyra when she shook her curly, blond head.
"No!" Lyra buried herself in Draco's shoulder refusing to let Hermione help her into her little coat.