There was a small bustling commotion at the top of the aisle, and then Ron and Hermione and their two children came dashing down it. As always, Hermione looked together even as she was balancing a toddler of her own on her hip. Hugo seemed mercifully quiet, for a little boy of not quite two. At nearly four, Rose (short for Rosalind), on the other hand, was crying into her dad's shirt collar. Ron sent a stressed and tired grimace in the direction of his brother-in-law.