A sudden clatter made both women snap their heads up. Something noisy was emanating from the small cottage on the edge of the property, from which little Fred (Hermione was fairly certain her late brother-in-law would have had a conniption knowing that a Malfoy was named for him) fleeing from the scene. The little boy dashed right into his mother's arms, Rose murmuring to him quietly. "I startled Pop," the boy warbled sweetly, feeling bad. Rose hugged him and nudged him back towards playing with his siblings.