He dropped his wand on the small table beside his favourite chair and stretched long legs out in front of him in exhaustion. Thankfully, his mum had insisted on keeping Leila with her once she'd finally collapsed from sheer sugar overload on the Burrow's infinitely comfortable sofa. He'd been frankly terrified of how long it would take her to settle again if he'd awakened her for the Floo trip home.
His eyes closed, head resting against the back of the sofa and thinking idly of hunting up a beer before trudging off to his solitary bed. Solitary. Because Hermione was still off in Italy.
The thought had no more than formed when he heard the pop that told him one of her letters had arrived. With a wide grin, he tore open the envelope and scanned the contents, laughing when he'd finished it.
"Right. Because I'm just going to fold it up and set it aside while I nip off for a kip." He held tight to the parchment and, still laughing, answered. "Take me to her."