"Language," Ron chided her, his blue eyes twinkling. He never got enough opportunities to admonish Hermione on her sharp tongue; usually, it was the other way round. He kept still so she could continue cleaning his face, humming and clucking with admonishment as she went. "A contact of Harry's tipped us off on some Death Eater recruitment activity out near Neville's old stomping grounds. The Orkeney Islands."