"Okay, but who is saying you can't do any of that?" Ron waited a moment. "No one is. Not me, not Harry. Write it up, make it part of your job, or do it in the many hours of downtime we have. That's the beauty of the Ministry right now." Ron was tired of people--well, Parvati, this once--acting as if they were forbidden from thinking outside the box or from fun. "Literally no one has said don't look for magazines, don't have fun, don't create art."
Ron mentally threw up his hands. "Would you like me to tell Harry to schedule mandatory social hours? Somehow I don't think that would go over well with everyone else." He wasn't sure what she did in her downtime, of which there was plenty. "He's got an entire club and I'm pretty sure he had the house elves move all his instruments from that ridiculous Bubble Palace here. So if he's not recording, it's not because we've told him he can't." She was acting as if they'd passed laws restricting what people did for fun or something. "Put in a request for fabric to Lucius and Kirley. They'll get it if they can. They got brooms and wands." Really, it wasn't that difficult.
"I can't imagine Hermione caring one way or the other about a prophecy of any kind, but there was probably pressure from the Wizengamot, the rest of the Ministry."