Caradoc seemed nice, Harry decided, wrestling Hedwig off his shoulder and back into his arms so he could carry her properly. Of course, that was just a cursory conclusion that obviously couldn't be used to calculate his entire personality or temperament, but he had been told he had his mother's knack for seeing the good in people. Besides, the man was a long standing member of the Order, that spoke volumes.
"Mum'll be cooking for the kids at the safehouse about now," he said conversationally as he headed along the path, glancing back to be sure Caradoc was following. "But after dinnertime she'd probably be glad to see you, she's always happy to have friendly visitors. Dad probably not so much, there's a Quidditch game tonight so he'll probably have his ears glued to the wireless. If Mum lets him, he threw out his back last month with all his jumping and shouting when the Harpies got a penalty."
He babbled absently the whole way to the cottage, which really wasn't that far anyway, opening the door and letting them in. It wasn't locked, there was never any reason to really lock a door in the Hollow, it only kept the honest people honest and the dishonest would just break the lock.
"Can I get you something to drink?" He asked as he turned on the light and set Hedwig down on the blanket in the far corner. "There's juice and water, and I made some tea earlier. Not a big drinker, but I think I have some scotch around here somewhere if that's more to your taste."