"Now, volunteers for dishes, hm?" Mrs Weasley asks, about to go to bed herself. Every night they have the same whiny conversation, and eventually two people are picked for sacrifice. Hermione went last week and she reckons she has a few days left before it's her turn again. All the others make a big game of it, arguing for what seems like hours over who should wash and who should dry, and there’s always protests when someone’s picked, last night Ginny threw a plate at Ron, only saved by Hermione's cushioning charm. Not tonight, since Malfoy’s opening his mouth and saying, "I’ll do the dishes, Mrs Weasley."