"Was I?" was all Hermione said, and smiled tightly at Ginny, the bright, homey light of the dining room still stinging her eyes. Everyone on this dinner schedule – they had three "dinners’ throughout the day because of the different shifts people operated on – was sitting around the table, which was laden and groaning with the weight of the food. Chatter sparkled loud and boisterous through the air; dinnertime was off-limits to any mention of the ongoing war. Molly Weasley insisted it was important to have some time together without thinking about the war, and she was right. It was nice to have a chance to relax as much as possible and focus on other more pleasant things, like Tonks’ pregnancy and Fred and George’s antics, the fond looks Mr and Mrs Weasley exchanged when they thought no one was looking.