Back in his office, he cleared away the reports on his desk and sat about writing a bunch of owls. The first couple were for Neville and Luna asking them to join them on the night of the 18th, the third was for Pansy reminding her about the favour he’d asked her to organise. The last one was to his parents, requesting a change to their now regular Sunday afternoon tea, to brunch on the 16th instead in order to accommodate one of his other surprises. The ease of acceptance from his father regarding his relationship with Hermione amazed him. He’d regularly seen owls traded between the two since their meeting, she’d become his muggle guide and she thoroughly relished in it. He had, thankfully, just sent them off before Ron smugly walked into his office.