"You were looking at my arse," she said, laughing. "You forget that you only knew me as a child. By the way, what year did you come from? On the other hand, I've literally known you all my life. You might look younger, but that only makes you even more you." Her mother had said that age had mellowed him out a little, but that applied to everyone as far as she was concerned.
"I think we should pack everything, shrink it and take it with us. Even if we can't use them, people can. The instruments- we can't really shrink them. They will likely get ruined after being here for years. The wood alone would complain. I think we need the house-elves. They are the ones who can Apparate everything to Hogwarts without any damage. I'll be nice to listen to you play," she said with a genuine smile. "But we should bring the records and gramophone as well for when you don't feel like playing." Although she was sure that her father would eventually want to play in front of everyone. He lived for the crowd.
"I hate to think that everyone is gone," she said with a sigh. She leaned against a dresser as she stared at him. "I'm- not sure. I get angry that I'm here and I'm not training and then I remember that if I weren't here, I'd be dead like everyone else, and then I feel guilty that we're here and Mum, the band, the team, they are all dead and then it starts all over again. It doesn't help that I'm the only woman around, stuck with a bunch of men from another era who don't even know how to deal with a woman."