"They're haunting Haven's Loft. Or perhaps Harry and me. The first time we saw them, we were both so drunk we thought nothing of it -- that was just before I Flooed you, Christmas Day. But they've become rather a fixture since. I don't know if anyone else has seen them -- well, seen James. Harry says his sort-of foster daughter -- Ron's kid -- has seen her."
He paused. "Are you still friends with Hermione? Or does it matter that she has a young man, now? Never did figure out how much of that was...." he gestured vaguely.