"I can see that. You look like you're turning into a true professional." Hermione smiles softly, tugging him forward and taking him through towards the lounge. The chairs and sofa from the tent, the World Cup, are laid out there, and it's much cleaner now - thanks to Mako.

When they're seated she still doesn't let go, squeezing his fingers around hers. Now that they're together, now that he's here and they can talk, she doesn't really want to let go. If he wants to do her hair she'll let him; it's grown back now.

"I learned a few runes from a man called the Outsider. I'm not really interested in the idea of using blood, but I can scrape them into things to enchant them."