"You’re fifteen, Hugo." Hermione sighed and rubbed tiredly at her eyes. "You’re old enough to know how to handle your own safety. I needn’t remind you what I was doing at your age. Yet continually you seem to put little thought into your actions. Neither you nor Rose have demonstrated any of the common sense I would have expected from my offspring." Hermione looked up tiredly and scowled at Hugo as he tried not to grin at her. "Off with you." She muttered. "If you break your neck on that thing I don’t want to hear one word of complaint out of you! And you’d better not come back to haunt me either."