They were sitting together in the kitchen of the Ramshackle, a tiny house behind a butcher’s shop in Diagon Alley. It was tall and thin, squeezed between two larger buildings without which it surely would have fallen over. Hermione had bought it with the recompense for Ron’s death. As she was moving in, Rita Skeeter had written something unkind about profiting off of her husband’s death and had quoted Molly, who she had caught in a moment of unfiltered grief, saying something equally unkind. Even though Molly had been horrified and sworn she felt nothing of the kind, would never have said such a thing, that Skeeter’s green little quill had twisted her words; it had hurt Hermione more than she would have expected.