Hermione gave a laugh when Arran announced that playing squash was fun. “I’m glad,” she offered honestly. Hermione had, of course, expected that Arran would enjoy the game. She would have hardly brought him here otherwise. But it was still nice to hear him say as much. “And no,” she added with a shake of her head. “I don’t think people get injured much playing this.” At least Hermione’s mother certainly was lacking in stories related to injury. “The twisted ankle, ever so often, I imagine,” she explained hitting the ball harder. “But I don’t think people like lose an eye or anything,” Hermione concluded before hitting the ball again, this time sending it flying in Arran’s direction.
“Wonder Woman had a lovely day walking around Diagon Alley with Neville,” Hermione explained with a small smirk. “She found magic fascinating,” which perhaps had been more the bleed through from Hermione than anything else. Still, at least she hadn’t jumped off a building in an attempt to fly. “Ken,” Hermione repeated thoughtfully. “Quake?” She asked. It was the only Ken she could think of. Not that Hermione knew the man, but she was somewhat acquainted with some of the Quake members. “What are you going to go as?” Hermione asked sending another ball flying Arran’s way.