Hermione smiled into the receiver of her cell phone. Her dad always insisted she call him when she got home, even if she had only disapparated from their house to her flat only thirty seconds ago. "Well, I wouldn't be worth my wand if I couldn't provide you some comfort." He chuckled, and she could hear their telé already on in the background. "I'm home, I'm safe, and you need to stop worrying and resume your retirement. I'll talk to you another time."