            "Thank Merlin!" she cried as heavy footsteps ascended. Her eyes lit up when the wizards appeared at the top of the stairs, both their cheeks wind-kissed, their knitted caps (which she had transfigured from socks) barely containing their tucked-under hair. A laugh bubbled up from her chest—they were positively adorable. And, she realized as she jumped up to greet them, not glaring daggers at each other. Now that’s a surprise...Hermione waited for them to pull off their winterwear before pressing a kiss into Sirius’s cheeks, then exchanging a murmured hello with Lucius, who hung back. "How did it go?" she asked. "You’re not both injured, I hope?"