"The Ministry had departments for games and sports, and other commerce. Maybe not exactly art and music and fashion, but we can lump it together for now, probably, and not cause much of a stink. And if people complain tell them that they can always pick up a second job if they want it. I might even see if Parvati wants some hair potions or things like that. It's about time we got serious about hair care around here." He smiled playfully, then nudged Harry to turn so he could properly massage his neck and back.
He thought for a long, quiet moment as he worked at least some of the tension out of Harry's shoulders. What would he do? Raising morale hadn't exactly been his forte before. He had never been a leader the way Harry was, and he'd been basically a hermit for years after the war. So what would he do, if he didn't have to worry about any of their problems here?
"I don't know," he said carefully, working at a particularly stubborn knot. "We've had a few parties, which I think people have enjoyed but they're not really enough, are they. I think the biggest thing holding us back right now is the lack of stability. Even if we have things sort of figured out there's always that threat hanging over us. What if we're the next one's to be sent back, or the castle does something even worse next time. I don't know how to make everyone feel secure here, when I'm not even sure that we are. A holiday or a club or a spa can't really compensate for that."