The gaggle of witches and wizards sitting around the No. 12 dinning room table had about fifteen minutes before they were due to arrive at the Burrow for Sunday roast. There was no doubt in Hermione’s mind that the evening wouldn’t be a mitigated disaster, but she tried to remain as calm as possible. Despite his reassurances that he was ready to take their relationship public with the rest of the Order and their friends, she could feel apprehension swirling through their bond.